Elisabeth's POV
Jefferson's eyebrows lifted in complete shock, those piercing gray eyes of his widening as though I had just suggested something completely ridiculous.
"You want to what?" he questioned, his voice filled with pure disbelief.
"Handle this myself," I repeated with more conviction, lifting my chin despite the butterflies wreaking havoc in my stomach. My voice trembled just a bit, but I refused to back down. "You do trust me, right?"
Something shifted in his expression immediately. The harsh angles of his face seemed to melt away as his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
His fingers reached out slowly, tucking a loose curl behind my ear with surprising gentleness.
"With my life," he whispered, his words carrying absolute certainty.
"Then let me prove I can do this," I pressed, my pulse racing against my ribs.
