Raquel’s POV

“There’s only one bed.”

It was the only thing I could think to say as Fiona lit the lantern casting a cheery glow to envelop the small cottage. The room smelled of dried rosemary and a touch of the earth as if spring had never left.

She and Henry had driven us to their cottage by way of an ox cart so we wouldn’t have to make the long trek back to the outskirts of town, arms full of supplies. Since the pair of ...