Cornelia's POV
"There's a greenhouse," Colter said, his gaze shifting away from me to some distant point on the wall behind my head. His voice carried a weight I hadn't heard before. "It sits just behind the mansion. Once it was beautiful, but now it's nothing but weeds and decay. That's what you'll be working on. Bring it back to life."
I knew absolutely nothing about gardening. I couldn't even tell a rose from a weed, much less handle actual garden tools. But that's what Google and library books were for, right?
I found myself nodding, even though he wasn't looking at me anymore. His attention had drifted somewhere else entirely, and for the first time since I'd met him, Colter didn't look like the cold, calculating man who'd hired me. The rigid walls he kept around himself seemed to have crumbled, if only temporarily. Maybe exhaustion had worn him down, but whatever the reason, I was seeing him through completely different eyes.
