Georgia's POV:

The next morning, I wake to the sound of Trent preparing to leave. I practically glare at him.

"Please let me come with you."

"No," he says, completely unaffected by my anger.

"Please."

"Not happening."

"What if I..."

"Silly Bint, there is nothing you could offer me that would be enough for me to risk your safety. Next week - and not before."

I frown but I don't say anything. In fairness it's pretty sweet that he's ...