And who was Babajide Akingbade anyway? Before he came to her house and started rooting around in her brain, she didn't know him. He was a complete stranger. As much as she cared about Alain, his word alone shouldn't have been enough to convince her to allow a strange man to peer into her mind. Especially since she knew that Alain's true loyalty was, and always had been, entirely with his elder brother. What if Mr. Akingbade was just a part of Antonin's plan to confuse her true memories with fake ones? And the nasty trick Mr. Akingbade played on her was still happening. Every single day the faces of every person she'd ever killed flashed in her mind one after another. Some days it happened more than once. She couldn't make them stop. At least once a day she felt sick to her stomach as she was forced to remember every single victim. What sort of dark treachery was that anyway?