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Adonis’ POV How can just one person make me so mad that I can’t control myself? I know what they call me. Some say I’m a brute, others a ruthless and menacing person. In all, they aren’t far from the truth. I am indeed a brute, ruthless, and they are right to fear me. I can be their worst nightmare. I had her pinned against the door, my hand tightly gripping her neck. Her eyes were locked on mine, but the boldness in them was gone, replaced by what I presumed to be fear. She tried to speak, but my grip was too tight for her to make a sound. Her eyes grew wider, and mine widened too as I realized they look so familiar. These eyes, having a closer look, bears a striking resemblance to Ishtar’s. They were pulling me in even as they grew tired and desperate. My hands were warm, but again