Enya pov
I struggle to pretend to be asleep. I keep my eyes closed and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. As his breathing slows, I sit up and wait a moment. I need to make sure he's fully asleep before I do something I might regret. I get up and move to the side of his bed. The faint hint of moonlight illuminates the dark room, my eyes linger on his face, and I wonder how a monster can look so incredibly peaceful. "How can someone so vile look so handsome?" I think to myself as a strange feeling of warmth spreads through my body like wildfire. Silently, I scold myself. I came here with a goal in mind, but now I'm acting like a teenager who doesn't know what she wants but won't give up until she gets something.