Persephone's POV.
I am frozen.
That same feeling of dread is back again, the one I thought I had overcome. Staring into those eyes, the courage I had the last time we met is nowhere to be found and all I feel is fear. My hands fall from the handle of the trolley and I instinctively take steps back.
My body is emitting some inexplicable signals, a warning perhaps. It is probably telling me to run and hide, or call for help, but physically, I cannot move. I am locked into those eyes that are now filled with anger.
"I bet you thought you could get away with that little stunt you pulled the other day" He growls as he stalks towards me in slow steps. "I actually had no intentions of coming after you for that, but for some reason..."
He tilts his head menacingly
"...we keep meeting l
