It had taken me more than five hours of just sifting through the memories of pain and fear that filled Tory’s mind before I’d even been able to get down to the roots of them. Lionel had done a damn good job of forcing her to associate every moment of torture he’d inflicted upon her with a memory of Darius. I’d gotten a clear look at so much torture in her memories that it made me feel sick to my core and bile kept rising up in my throat as my gifts allowed me to feel every single second of it.