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ADRIA’S POV.
Lucien was backed into the wall by the force with which I had attacked him, and also due to the shock. He had not been expecting the attack, and neither had I.
I wanted to ask if he was alright, but I kept on squeezing his neck.
Lucien got a hold of himself, and pressed down on my wrists, so hard that it hurt. I took off my hands, snarling, preparing to strike him, but he blocked it skillfully.
Kill… kill… kill.
Those words echoed in my head repeatedly, and everything I saw was bathed in red. I wanted to sink my claws into his neck, and feel his warm blood rush between my fingers, and run down my elbows.
“Adria!” Lucien called when I threw myself at him.
He caught me, and held both my hands, turning me around, so my hands were tied behind me.
I snarled, and raged
