Jaya waited. One, two, three, four, five seconds passed. Finally, Ivan looked up. She grinned and waved at him from where she was sitting cross-legged on the ledge of the balcony. The look of deep concentration that had been stamped across his features twisted into a fierce scowl. He straightened from where he'd been bent over, grappling with one of his men in what she could only assume was some kind of fake combat situation; though the punches, elbows and kicks they slammed into ...