Calantha's point of view:
If looks could kill, I would probably be dead. Right now, Tharros' gaze is piercing through me like a dagger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that makes my skin prickle. His glare is cold, It's as if he's trying to incinerate me with his eyes, to reduce me to ashes with a single, scorching look.
I feel a shiver run down my spine as he pins me with his stare, his eyes narrowed into slits that seem to bore into my very soul. The air around us vibrates with tension, the only sound is the sound of the witch who's slowly burning to ashes.
I try to meet his gaze, to not show my nervousness, to hold my ground against the fury that's radiating from him, but it's like trying to stare into the sun – I have to look away, or risk being consumed by the heat of his
