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tea cup and sighed.
    “I missed
something?” she asked. Mycroft nodded. “Tell me, please?”
    Amelia looked up
at him through her eyelashes, and he had no doubt that the glance
normally charmed men into giving her what she wanted. He rolled his
eyes and she chuckled.
    “You missed the
small item of clothing hiding in his pocket. He didn't go home last
night.” Mycroft saw the surprise on her face and felt a small
thrill of delight when she whipped her head around to see what he
meant. She gasped and looked back to him. He nodded.
    “Practice,”
Mycroft said and got up. The meeting had gone on long enough and
she'd drawn more attention to both of them than he felt comfortable
with. “And keep it discreet.”
    “What about my
question?” she asked as he walked away. He smirked but kept going.
If she improved, he'd let her ask him another time.
    After walking out
of the hotel, Mycroft continued down the block and then around the
corner into Portland Square, where his car and Daniels waited.
    “Home, sir?” the
chauffeur asked. Mycroft nodded, deep in his own thoughts. Amelia
had done as she predicted and amused him. She'd been slow and
infuriating at first, but somehow she'd managed to break through
his anger and impress him.
    It reminded him of
how he'd taught his brother to see the world when they were
children. There was a time when Sherlock had been learning from him
in the same way she had, and the same way John Watson had learnt
from Sherlock all those years ago. Today he'd caught a glimpse of
what had existed between John and his brother. The admiration, the
desire to learn and understand, and then finally the delight at
making progress. She'd bared all her emotions for him to see and it
had pleased him.
    On top of that,
her appearance had relaxed him. He'd never before seen a woman who
would have looked at home in his house. Natural, graceful and with
the air of someone who belonged in a time long forgotten, but still
here and still very much alive. He knew it didn't mean he loved
her. Those sorts of emotions were far from him, and he didn't
intend to let them in. He wasn't even sure he respected her; after
all, she was still female and prone to emotional irrationality. But
his opinion of her had been different this afternoon. There was
metal on the inside of her, and with the right persuasion it might
be moulded into something he could appreciate.
     
     

Chapter 4
    Amelia exhaled
once Myron had left the terrace area. That hadn't been what she'd
expected from the man. He was almost impossible to read unless he
was angry with her, and that was far too frequent for her liking.
No matter how much she tried to be endearing and make the most of
the charms and personality she had, he seemed to rebuff her. His
interest really did seem fixed on only one thing. Although she
hoped her intelligence was up to the task of impressing him, she
was starting to wonder if it was. She'd never thought it possible
for a human brain to process and remember so much.
    A few of the times
she had been with Sebastian, she'd seen him do what Myron had just
tried to get her to do, but Myron himself was on another level
above. He'd seen information about these people that she wasn't
sure Sebastian would even notice, and she'd had the opportunity to
have him explain it as well. The whole experience had sent wave
after wave of exhilaration and adrenaline through her, even with
Myron's evident disgust at her first assessment.
    It hadn't given
her an answer to her worried assumption that she was in danger, and
the knives nestled against the small of her back had gone entirely
unmentioned, but she couldn't be disappointed. They'd had afternoon
tea together and she'd had another lesson. It was progress, even if
it wasn't as fast as she'd have liked. Being an amateur at anything
was always an unpleasant feeling.
    Now that her heart
rate was calming down, she realised she had barely touched her
drink. After sipping the tea she grimaced. It was