Nick's POV
I didn't let go of Georgia's hand, not even for a second, as I pulled her away from the suffocating storm that just erupted in that room.
Ollie trailed close behind us like a shadow, his silence carrying its own weight.
Only when we were deep enough into the hallway, away from prying eyes and ears, did I finally stop.
My pulse was hammering in my chest, every breath heavy. I could feel Georgia's eyes drilling into me, and the fear of what she might think of everything I'd just revealed twisted in my gut.
"You got something to say?" she asked, planting her hands firmly on her waist, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.
Shit. She wasn't giving me a second to breathe.
"Babe," I started, my voice lower, urgent. "Before I explain… promise me you'll listen first—with an open mind—before you get angry." My throat tightened, and I almost dropped to my knees right there, ready to beg if that's what it took.
