"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 encampment after dispatching him. Though he hadn't listened to her plea in regard to Father, Ivan had allowed some of her fellow disciples to live. The ones that had dropped arms and walked away from the conflict, agreed to train with Ivan and his men. Ivan had told Jaya if they survived training and he was convinced they weren't brainwashed by Borjan, he would give them the same choice he'd once given Keane, employment or freedom.