Atlas's fury rose, but I pressed his hand again, trying to diffuse the situation.
"What makes you think I'll come with you?" I asked, brows raised.
"You're mine. I've come to fulfill my promise to you," Hunta said.
Cain growled furiously. "Anaa isn't yours. She never was. She was born to be a queen — born to be the king's mate. What promise? You broke that when you stepped out of the car with your mate. Remember?"
Hunta's gaze snapped to Cain. "I don't have a mate."
Confusion rippled through us. What was he talking about? What happened to Lana?
"I will have one soon, though." His eyes returned to me.
"Hunta, let Diya go," I said carefully, stepping closer.
Atlas growled at the loss of contact, his stance predatory. He was ready to attack if Hunta dared to harm me.
"Let her go, Hunta. I won't come any closer otherwise," I tried to negotiate.
"So, you'll come with me?" His eyes lit up with hope. His grip on the knife loosened.
