Edge of the Maze | 1:30 a.m. | Ilinca & Byron
"They were terrible wastes in that manner." Byron winked at the dark-haired beauty. He did want to hear more of that story, though. Some other time when she could regale him with how she dealt with such human men attempting to kill such a lively fae. "Most of the composure's work sounded the same to me, but I knew better than to speak such things in front of my mother."
"If not sooner," Byron replied. His nose would lead him right to the delicious fae if he had any say in it. large dark bushes hiding traps and cutting people off from the rest of the party seemed fit for his thoughts.
Byron started through the second doorway into the maze, closing his eyes as darkness surrounded him. One thing he could say he enjoyed other than the feel of blood running over his hands and watching life drain from a body was the feel of shadows on his skin.