I woke up in the middle of the night. At first, I thought it was my imagination – the opening of a door. That shouldn't be right. No one should have the card key to my hotel room.
Then the footsteps came, soft padding along the carpet that lined the floor. I froze and began casting a spell, but my nighttime visitor spoke up.
"Sh, it's just me. Don't worry."
I sat up in my bed, blinking in confusion. I fumbled for my glasses, but my guest stopped my arm.
"It's all right. I prefer it like this anyway."
"Rossetti? What are you…?"
I recognized her voice instantly, and even though I wasn't wearing my glasses, I could still make out her long, red hair. She was staring at me intently with her cherry-colored eyes.
"Sorry. I just couldn't sleep."
