Spotted Eagle Mountain that's why i'm calling you back, cause i gotta run soon

if qiao could take that emotion and seize it! crush it between the palms of her hands until it seeped like pulped fruit; reserve it, draw it from tap in moments where its perfect clarity could be steeped and pumped and smoked and inhaled -- well

it was better she had yet discovered such power.

diaval was not the first man to feel the burn of qiao's rejection. she spared him no further glance as she stole neatly down the trail.

if he came in the fall, she would be surprised -- even bemused.

that was, if the man ever came at all.