His voice made her long to trust him, but she knew it would be foolish. Hadn't he already proven that he would stop at nothing, including turning her entire life upside down, just to satisfy the orders that came from his uncle? She wished that she understood what the draw of Rodolphus was, what he was trying to accomplish that so many people were willing to risk their lives and their integrity to throw their lot in with his. It had to have been good. Remembering Kingsley's words about trying to find out the actual plan of the madman who fucked with her mind and messed up her memories, she grew angry inside again. What was Kingsley's angle? Could he be trusted? She worried that her husband had allied himself with another person who would betray him. Antonin had the worst judgement in people, it seemed. After all, what sort of fucked up person falls in love with the monster he helped to create?