If she could talk to him, she could find out his motives. Her brain trailed back to the memory of him watching her in her room yesterday. The sincerity in his eyes and the apologetic look across his features only brewed more confusion in her mind. She would have to play her role carefully, one step, and she might get herself killed. Her headache disappeared, but there was a sharp pain each time she attempted to dig further back into her memories. It seemed she was losing some of her memories. They were there but not strong enough to paint a clear picture.