Zoya’s P.O.V
Adjusting to my new life in the Sapphire Mountains was not at all as easy as I
thought it would be, and I was pretty sure that a lot of my difficulties had
something to do with the stranger I call Sam, who insisted upon using my cabin as a
temporary shelter to hide from whoever it was that was searching for him.
He was the type to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without regard for
me, who, in case he forgot, was also living in the same house as he was. He would
tinker with whatever he could get his hands on, curious, even if it was my property,
and he would not even ask if I allowed him to touch it.
And I hated it whenever people touched my stuff without my permission, so one
could imagine the stress I was under. Still, I was surprised with how far my
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