"Well, I must say, it s certainly a splendid mansion. I do wish I could show you our home in India. Nothing like this, to be sure, but elegant in its own way. Everything in India is beautiful, but oh, how I ve missed Europe!" Kyla chatters as we enter the guest suite that has been set aside for her and Weston. This particular suite is nearly as far away from mine and Dmitri s as could have possibly been contrived, for which I am both grateful and annoyed; grateful, because a repeat of this journey will probably not be required of me, and annoyed because Kyla has done nothing but chatter like this since we left the foyer. She is deeply unsettled and trying to cover it, but I know her well enough that this is no cover to me.