Chapter 32
Ivan continued to the balcony, pushing the hangings back. He wasn't worried about startling Jaya, she knew he was coming the moment she spotted him by the pool. She didn't bother looking back at him, though she must have heard him approach. He stepped up to her, wrapped a hand firmly around her upper arm and held her. He wanted to haul her off the ledge, shake her and demand she stop putting herself in dangerous situations. But he also desperately wanted to understand what made Jaya tick.
"How many times did Siti shock you?" he asked quietly.
She turned to look at him, a frown creasing her lovely features. "Who?"
"The old woman."
"Oh her," Jaya said dismissively, turning her face away from him again.
"How many times?" he demanded sharply, his fingers tightening on her arm.
She shrugged. Instead of saying anything, she rubbed one of her wrists over top of the bracelet. Her actions were almost jerky, as though involuntary.