Thalia's POV
"I think you should be getting back to the after-party." I said to him casually, trying my best to pretend like I was not scared for my life.
He didn't say anything at first, except for creep a bit closer as he took another step towards me.
When he opened his mouth to speak, I knew that I wasn't ready to hear what he had to say, and I couldn't be wrong on that.
"Why go out there, when I can have a party of my own in here?" He asked, his eyes gliding from my face to my chest, and then down to my legs.
He was scanning me, and I believe it's safe to say that he was practically undressing me with his eyes numerous times.
My breathing started to become a bit harder and my heart race was elevated.
The more I tried to breathe, the more I was struggling. It was as if he was draining all the life out of the room with every breath that he took.
From the room being cold just a few seconds prior, I started to feel the heat increasing.
