Emma's POV.
My eyes fluttered open, slowly. Rain was pouring down outside and the wind was gushing wildly, howling around the corners of the tiny cabin. The sky was a depressing shade of gray and the sun was nowhere in sight. Inside the cabin, however, was a completely different story. It was warm and cozy. Fires burned in the fireplaces of the sitting room and the tiny bedroom that I was in. Soft lamps lit each room, casting a soft, warm glow, and a delicious smelling pot of chicken soup boiled on the stove.
If my hands weren't bound on top of my head and Manfrid wasn't standing guard at the door, I almost could've forgotten that I was being held captive. I almost could've imagined that I was taking a break at some remote cottage in the woods, resting up before the baby came.
Joseph wa
