Bearclaw Valley Who needs diamonds

again came that wink and smile. she was beautiful. beautiful like snow over a thinly iced river. beautiful like frostbite. beautiful like cold, distant peaks.

sharp, too. like a fang to a throat, or the feel of cold water to his belly. she was dangerous, and he was in trouble.

val knew she was trying to ease his tension, but they were so different he felt he was wrong. alienated, maybe. why wouldn't you trust yourself? he prompted, finding it strange one could be so open. he knew he would trust himself implicitly. what made pandora different?