‘With rose oil,’ Rosaura commanded, her voice rich as chocolate. ‘You are a little … fragrant, my dearest,’ she said to Mina, dismissing her thanks for the hospitality before ushering a bewildered Luka out of the house.
‘Go have a break. We’ll take care of her.’
‘I’ll sort out that message,’ Luka said to Mina over Rosaura’s shoulder as she literally pushed him out the door. Mina nodded, laughing at Rosaura’s gentle bossiness as the older woman shut the door in Luka’s face.
‘Such a sweet boy,’ Rosaura said, hurrying Mina to her private bathing chamber. A pool big enough for three took up most of the room, tiled in deep blue with silver edging. Mina had already noticed rich brocades and elaborately carved wooden furniture that hinted at great wealth, but a bath this size in a private hous
