Desi, packed methodically, laying her clothes neatly in her bag. If she concentrated hard enough, she’d be able to block out the humiliation of her stupidity. Out of all the men in the world, she’d visited a psychic, and not just once.
She hadn’t recognized him because Lucian shielded himself even in his dreams. All she’d seen was a dark shadow of a man who’d been very lonely. She’d been drawn to the energy he’d offered, and of course, he’d been drawn to the dream sex she’d given him.
Everything had been fine until he’d sent that psychic blast shoving her out of his head and knocking her out. She’d been unconscious long enough for his associates at PMS to get inside the room and grab her. She’d been so scared that she’d hurt Lucian until the doctor had muttered he was fine, just in a deep sleep. He’d said that no psychic got to that point of sleep. He’d then looked at Lucian with something like envy and gave her a once over that made her feel naked despite the fact that Lucian’s shirt covered her to the knees.
He’d told those people she’d tried to kill him. She hadn’t; she’d just been so hungry. Desi paused with a pair of boots in her hand, remembering his fingers in her hair as he pulled her close. His voice calling her name. He’d needed her as desperately as she’d needed him.
She dropped the boots and sat down on the bed. He had come to save her, along with her boss Aphrodite and Andre, another of her oh so willing victims. Although she’d cheated and started him up before leaving the satyr to his own devices. He’d done fine on his own. She’d been doing that more often over the years, siphoning off only the energy she needed to get by with the least amount of contact.
With Lucian, it had been different from the first time she’d happened upon his lonely sleeping call. She’d broken her rule and come back, not once but three different times. Meeting him in reality had been, ironically enough, a dream come true. When he’d asked for Desi and not the blonde or redheaded women that were part of her usual stable of fantasy faces, she’d been pleasantly shocked.
Who was she kidding? He knew exactly what she was now. She’d heard him call her a monster, and that had been with a gigantic enforcer demon in the room. “Damn.”
She had to leave before she saw him again and did something stupid like cry. With that in mind, she started packing again, this time just throwing her things into the bag.
With one last look to make sure she had everything, she grabbed her bags and walked out the door, wishing she could leave behind the bad memories.