It was risky to tell him the truth. Even after tumbling in and out of his bed numerous times, she still wasn't sure that she could completely trust the man. He'd hurt her in the past. And, knowing that he had been playing both sides for years, she knew that he was a good liar. What would he do with the information that she gave him? The tiniest voice in the back of her head warned her that she would regret telling him anything, but she felt like she was going to burst if she didn't tell someone what had been going on. He already knew that she had problems with confusion. He'd been present for one of those moments. Though she knew she was right that she would likely regret it, the words came rushing out.