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. ...