This scene is between the Egil presented in the first chapter of the "Diamonds of the Past" story and Mills (Amelia Reinhart) who has waited until chapter 3 to make an appearance.
"Careful, your age is showing." Amelia threw the grape into her mouth. "Why do you always have fruit lying around anyway?" She asked while expertly masking all signs of a smile or tease.
Egil's lips were disturbed by a fleeting smile that was fated to escape the notice of limited human vision. He moved swiftly behind her, his arms glued to his side, though they were itching to reach out for even the briefest of physical contact. His body was barely touching hers, but the heat radiating from Amelia was almost maddening. "Aren't you a little too comfortable around me?" Egil allowed himself to indulge in a smirk, for she would be unable to see it.
The way her body reacted to him, to his closeness, was like a song and the vampire didn't miss a note. It would have been much more enjoyable was part of him not consumed with how his own body reacted. There was no heart racing or skipped beats on his part, but her scent invaded his every cell and he was dangerously aware of her. Even the few stray hairs tickling his lips were torture. The memory of her taste flooded his mind with such vigor that he had to lick his lips to make sure the taste of her blood in his mouth was no more than a ghost. Amelia was intoxicating in all the right ways. She was intoxicating in all the wrong ways as well.
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