Welcome to the Cassadines: Book II of Kismet

Chapter Seventeen

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Jax didn't have a solution. The means for escape remained a mystery. He glanced at Sabrina who walked quietly beside him. There was no aura of blame coming from her. She didn't look to him for answers. He didn't expect her to. Her independence was as much a part of her as her dark brown eyes and flawless, tawny complexion...

Independent.

She definitely wasn't like the women who came after her. He supposed that choosing women who had a princess-complex was a conscious decision. He loved Sabrina and lost her. Maybe it was her fierce independent spirit that kept them apart. They were becoming too close. She felt threatened, so she pushed him away. For fifteen years, pride kept him from seeking her out and demanding the truth. As it turned out, Fate stepped in and brought them back together again.

What a helluva way to have a reunion, Jax thought.

"This is useless!" Sabrina stopped suddenly and glared up at him. "We're wasting our time. The maze doesn't end. We'll die in here, walking around in circles--"

He grabbed her arms. "Don't say that!"

She pulled herself free. "You know it's true. I'm not a little girl who needs the truth sugar -coated for her. I can see what's happening here, Jax! Some fucking coward threw us in here to die! A slow, cruel death." Sabrina stormed away from him with her arms wrapped securely around her waist.

Jax moved behind her. He reached out to comfort her. She flinched from his touch.

"No, don't," she said, moving away from him. "Starvation. Dehydration. Your body retaliates against you. It punishes you for not giving it what it needs," she said. "I never imagined this would be the way I'd go. I always thought it would be something wild. But not like this. Where's the class? The excitement?"

Jax's gaze narrowed on her rigid back and the firm set of her shoulders. That independence again.

"You're giving up," he stated quietly. "Just like that, Dr. Sabrina DeLane, the biggest risk-taker in modern medicine, is giving up. She's wimping out."

"I'm not a wimp," she bit out. She turned and rushed to stand just inches from him. "What do you suggest, Jax? You're the knight in shining armor! The one fair damsels call on when they're in distress--" She stopped speaking and inhaled a deep breath. After slowly releasing the air, she said in a much calmer, neutral tone, "Where's the way out, Jax? We've been walking for hours. What have you seen that I've missed? Where's the secret passage that leads home?"

He stared into those lovely brown eyes. The orbs held fierce independence in their depths, but also there was fear. Defeat was nowhere to be seen. The sparks of jealousy he'd seen as she lashed out about knights and damsels were gone. But having seen them, he wouldn't forget.

Reaching out, Jax took her hand. She didn't try to pull free. He glanced at their linked hands and then back into those expressive chocolate windows to her soul. "If there's a way in, there's a way out."

"There had better be," she said, squeezing his hand tight, "or I'll make one with my bare hands!"

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Paris.

Keesha swore to herself that when she returned to the City of Love, it would be on her own terms. And when she was ready. And with the quiet, stoic man beside her, Keesha was far from ready.

"Parisians prefer that Americans speak to them in French."

"I know, Jason," she responded in the most even tone she could muster. "I've been here before."