Samantha's P. O. V

It was barely even morning, and yet the sun was already beating down on my head like I had bad-mouthed it to the moon before going to bed last night.

I wiped the sweat from my face, took a deep breath, and continued tending to the flowers.

Gardening was such an exhausting job, and for what? So some pretty flowers could be admired by others.

I glared at Ryan, who was sitting under a shade, sipping his Kaelan's brew, and reading the same book he had taken from me in the library, while I was stuck out here in the sun doing all the hard work....