Antonin hadn't been joking when he made the remark that he would throw her out to the wolves if she put his son in danger again. That was no idle threat. As much as she might have once longed for an opportunity to anger him to the point that he wanted nothing to do with her, she knew that her feelings were different. Though she wanted far away from their world, the thought of going out there alone again wasn't nearly as appealing as it used to be. She was growing weary of her contradictory mind and thoughts. The hope that that infuriating aspect of her personality would be cured once the memory spells were removed from her mind was dashed. Maybe she would always be indecisive.