Chapter 4 - Reaching Through the Broken Glass
A cloud of fine glass dust hung suspended in the pale courtyard light as Jax dropped the heavy iron bench to the ground. Without a second thought, he thrust his bare arms through the jagged opening of the window frame. The sharp edges of the remaining glass sliced instantly into his forearms, drawing immediate beads of dark blood, but he did not even flinch. His priority was the child trapped inside this metal trap.
"Lily, give me your hands! Reach up to me right now!" Jax ordered, his voice softening just enough to pierce through the girl's blind panic.
Lily scrambled across the leather upholstery, her pink dress snagging on a broken piece of trim. She stretched her small arms upward, her fingers wiggling frantically in the dark cabin space until they brushed against Jax’s calloused palms.
"I am scared, Jax! It hurts!" she whimpered.
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"I have you. I am not letting go," Jax promised. He locked his massive grip around her wrists
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