Chapter 101

Bellatrix's brows knitted together the moment she heard this. Cillian saved her? Those words alone seemed impossible, talk less imaginable. Yet, she found herself asking, "Cillian?" His name rolled off her lips with confusion. Nathan, now forgetting about his earlier objective, turned to face her and nodded. "Yes. Mr. Larent was the one who rescued you from the fire." Her frown deepened. She couldn't possibly bring herself to believe that. Out of all the people she thought would have helped her, Cillian didn't even grace the bottom of her list. And she had a valid reason for that. The man hated her! His favorite pastime hobby, as she has now come to discover, was tormenting her. He'd made that very clear during their—discussion? Could she call it that?—in the car. I mean, no normal person would shred a divorce paper, when the last thing he obviously wanted to do was be married to her. So yes, believing that Cillian, the man she knew, was the one that saved her, was a situation she coul