Chapter 82

Jacek blinked at me, and I hated that I was taking his revenge away from him for thinking he'd killed the man who'd tortured him all those years.

"Belle," Sawyer said from the doorway, his brows drawn together, "I was there when it happened. Jacek killed Roseff."

I squeezed Jacek's hand. "Do you remember killing him?"

"Of course," he said.

"Just like you remember almost killing me at the police station?" I frowned, hating that I had to go there and remind him.

Jacek screwed his eyes shut and leaned his head against the wall. "Shit."

Sawyer sank down on the foot of the bed, careful not to jostle Eddie. "It was a protected underground chamber I found Jacek in. Paul was probably trying to find a way in all along to get to Roseff, and he strolled in right after me."

"Then he literally strolled into me," Jacek said. "He must not have known that I was going to kill him anyway, and I was too driven with revenge to care or know that he was inside me."