"I don't understand," Jaya whispered.

She was standing in a gorgeous hotel room in Bangkok, wrapped in a big fluffy bathrobe, the horror of the past day having finally been washed from her skin. She gazed blindly out into the waking dawn of the city below not really seeing the splendor. Her brain was still frozen on the terrors of her kidnapping at Father's hands, his death and their wild ride back through the rainy jungle at night. Ivan hadn't wanted to linger in Father's ...