Samantha's P. O. V
It was barely even morning, and yet the sun was already beating down on my head. I wiped the sweat from my face with the back of my hand, took a deep breath, and continued tending to the flowers.
I remembered why I hated gardening so much. It was such an exhausting task, 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.
I watched him for a minute, the anger growing inside me. He seemed so relaxed, so at ease, while I was stuck out here in the sun.
I was tempted to go over there, snatch the book from his hand, and maybe rip his shade apart, just so I could get on his nerves.
But I didn't dare. I knew better tha
