Ivan had come for her.
She sensed him well before Father's men warned him that Ivan and his men were near. It was as though her heart knew the moment his feet landed on Thai soil. It started beating faster, the blood speeding through her veins in anticipation, rushing in her ears, distracting her. Soon she would be safe in the arms of her lover. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to take deep breaths, forcing back the nausea that swelled in her gut at the confrontation to come. It was inevitable, she could do nothing to stop it, so she might as well calm herself. As Ivan would urge her to do. Nerves could get someone killed. She'd heard him yelling this at his men while training with them.