You grabbed me in your sleep

I woke up first, the early morning light filtering through the thin curtains of the inn's small room. The events of last night replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

What on earth had I been thinking, letting Seraphine—well, Serena—sleep in the same room as me? I must have been out of my mind or just incredibly soft-hearted to take pity on her like that. 

Turning my head, I saw her still asleep in the other bed, her disguise intact. She looked so peaceful, almost innocent, which was ironic given who she really was. I sat up quietly, my curiosity getting the better of me. Slowly, I inched closer to her bed. 

Seraphine's disguise was impressively thorough. She had even hidden her striking red and purple eyes, which were actually quite beautiful, though I'd never admit that out loud.