Chapter 129

“There's more to the story than you're letting on,” Windsor says, sitting on the edge of one of the school’s many planter boxes.

Part of my biology grade this year includes helping out in the academy gardens. I'm supposed to be showing Windsor what to do, but instead he somehow winds up sitting and chatting will I do work. I sit back, wipe my hands on the knees of my overalls, and glare up at him. We're in the greenhouse, so it's hot enough to make me sweat. I swipe an arm across my forehead.

“Of course there's more to the story,” I say, pulling out a carrot and swinging the orange length of it at him for emphasis. “We just met. I'm not about to spill all my secrets to you, despite what you might think.”

Windsor smirks at me until I drop the carrot in his lap, smearing his pristine overalls with dirt. He wrinkles his nose, but tosses the vegetable into the basket before pulling out a few more. I'm guessing this is the most extensive gardening work the prince has ev