i think we're haunted

Royal grace. She appeared to have just that. Kalt lived his life on the run, regardless of whether or not he had the protection of he Guild for the majority of his life. He was still a wanted man. Because of that, he learned how to make quick judgements and assessments about people. While he might not have known the entire story Rexanna had in her past - nor did he need to know, though people’s histories always interested him - he could tell she wasn’t just an average woman. His crystalline eyes wandered around their surroundings as they walked, and each and every detail found its way into some hidden part of his usually obnoxiously brilliant brain. He raised his brow to her question, and gave a half grin, as he tapped a finger to his temple. ”Perfect memory,” he said simply. ”I remember every little insignificant detail about my life all the way back until I was five years old. Nothing escapes.” Alright, so maybe, he might have been showing off a little bit. As was the nature of a man in front of a beautiful specimen such as herself. It was just how nature worked! ”What we should concern ourselves with are the spooky stories surrounding this place.” Once again, his brow raised at her, though that time it was in an enticing manner. ”You’ve heard the things they say about the labyrinth, haven’t you?” kalt give into the night.