C10 10 — The Enemy’s Eyes

Serene woke the next morning to the steady drumming of rain against the rooftop windows. The grey sky beyond the glass lent a muted glow to the sumptuous area, reducing the harsh edges of the furnishings and the sparkling surfaces of the interior. She lay under the covers for a few seconds, not knowing where she was, how she'd got there, still a little groggy from sleep