"There is no way I'm letting you go!" he yelled, voice breaking. He buried his face in my neck.
"Exactly, you're the queen. How can we just hand you over?" Evan clenched his fists.
"I told that bastard I'd rip his hands off before he touched you," Damien snarled.
"I want my mate back badly, but not at the expense of losing you. Sophie would never forgive me, and neither could I," Luke said firmly.
Their words warmed me, but I wasn't naive. I knew there was no other way.
"You're all amazing, but Bradley has us trapped. There isn't another way. If there was, we'd already be planning it." I turned to Atlas. "I know you will come for me because I believe in you. But you must believe in yourself too."
"Why are you talking like you're going to give yourself up?" Atlas growled.
"Because I am," I said firmly.
"Like hell you are. I won't let you out of my sight," he shouted.
"Atlas—" I tried to reason with him, but he wasn't listening.
"You're my mate. I am not letting you leave."
