The Only Bed

As it turned out, it wasn't a joke after all.

As they stepped out of the Thorn Garden, the snow was falling in thick, feathery flakes, blanketing the earth and sky in white. From the looks of it, this heavy snowfall showed no sign of letting up anytime soon.

Sloane stood outside the church gates, her face clouded with worry as the ceaseless snow fell. "Rowan," she asked anxiously, "is there no oth