The night air still clung softly to her skin as Sylvia finally stepped back from the balcony. Moonlight slanted across the room, falling over the wooden floorboards and giving them a muted silver sheen, as though the whole room had been brushed with a thin layer of metal.
She closed the balcony door quietly, then glanced around. Her red eyes caught on something that lifted the corner of her lips, a small door in the corner of the room, half open, revealing a white-tiled space beyond.
A bathroom? she thought, a little surprised. Not every inn offered such a luxury, especially in a small town like this. And judging from its size and layout, it was clearly more than a tiny washbasin. She pushed the door open, and as she suspected inside stood a large bathtub of smooth stone, big enough for a full, comfortable soak. A small rack held blocks of fragrant herbal soap, thick towels hung neatly from a rail, and an oval mirror gleamed on the wall.
But… It was empty. No water.
