It was simply all he could think of to do. He took a deep breath, but Valentia’s very real, vibrant scent betrayed any attempt to claim this as a hallucination. He may not have been engulfed by the distinct physical and mental perfume that was her in centuries, but her essence was as familiar to him as on the last night they’d been together. It masked whatever else waited in the apartment beyond the terrace. When he opened his eyes, she was still there, leaning against the doorway, watching him. Small, delicate, beautiful, faintly smiling, one hand resting on the luscious curve of her hip. In her other hand, she held a blue ceramic mug decorated with a gold embossed logo from some movie. She was utterly real. As real as the aroma of coffee that also wafted to him on the evening breeze. His ear stung, and that was real, too. She lifted the mug to her lips and took a long gulp. If she had any deep feelings at seeing him again, her casual attitude and mental strength masked them neatly.
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