She couldn't help but feel like Antonin was still keeping secrets from her. When she was alone with him those two nights, he'd told her some of what he was trying to do. Not all. Part of her didn't believe he would ever be completely honest with her. That was a truth that was difficult to swallow. Once upon a time they'd been each other's closest confidants. Even when she loathed and despised the fact that she had been ordered to marry him, she respected him enough to continue to trust him implicitly. She used to believe that he felt the same way about her. Experience in recent months taught her that wasn't necessarily the case.