Shiloh Walker - The Unwanted

He dumped me because he got tired of washing the blood out of our sheets.

Destin Mortin swallowed the knot in her throat and lifted her gaze to stare into the unreadable eyes of her boss, Elise Oswald, aka Oz. Although Destins heart was racing a mile a minute and her palms were sweating, none of it showed on her face.

She was a master at hiding how she felt. Came in handy in her line of work.

It didnt matter if she was tracking down a rapist, if shed just connected with one, if she was caught in the middle of his mind while he tracked down his next victim.

Being a psychic, that was something that happened fairly often, especially with her. For reasons she couldnt quite fathom, she usually connected with violent sexual predators. It was a screwed-up ability, but because of it, she knew how to hide what she was thinking, what she was feeling, pretty damn well.

And it was definitely coming in handy now, under the eagle eye of her boss, the woman whod just asked about the man whod held her heart, and broken it.

With a cool smile, Destin met Ozs gaze and shrugged. What does it matter now? We broke up five years ago and hes still with the Bureau. Im very much not.

Oz cocked a silvery-blonde brow, her expression remote. It wasnt the expression she usually wore here in the office.

Oz smiled. She laughed. She let people know if she was pissed or cranky or if shed been up too late reading a book. When her emotions didnt show, it was cause for concernif she felt a need to hold those cards close to her chest, there were usually problems; a bad case, a troubling one. When one of her agents was about to get thrown into a job she knew they wouldnt like.

And Oz had just asked about Calebshit.

Stop it, Destin told herself. It couldnt mean anything. Caleb Durand had left Ozs group years ago and he was still an agent with the FBI. Oz did private work now.

Nothing to worry about.

But that tight, composed expression on Ozs face was troubling. Very troubling. Over the past few years, her pale blonde hair had slowly gone silver. There were a few more lines around her green eyes. But other than that, Oz looked pretty much exactly as she had when shed recruited Destin ten years earlier. She was every bit as inscrutable now as she had been then and that blank expression had Destins belly shrinking down into a tight, cold knot.

Why in the hell is she asking about Caleb?

Destin slumped more comfortably in the seat and prepared herself to wait it out. If it had been just anybody else in the group, she might have tried a psychic probeshe didnt always strike gold with those, but on occasion, shed pick up something. But she wouldnt with Oz. The other woman was a blank surface, until she decided she didnt want to be.

Oz leaned back in her chair absently toying with a Montblanc pen. The boss loved them. Loved them, and lost them.

Destin didnt see why she bothered. A pen was a pen. And Montblanc pens were expensive pens. Losing one of those was like just throwing money out the window.

As Oz tapped the pen on the arm of her chair, she studied Destin, her eyes close and watchful.

Destin was damned glad she knew how to hide what she was thinking. What she was feeling. That gaze seemed to see clear through to her soul and Destin felt like curling up into a little ball and hiding, like that would make whatever this was just go away.

Seconds ticked away and then the silence was shattered by Ozs blunt statement, Youre full of it, Destin.

Destin shrugged. Hey, you cant blame the guy. It gets disconcerting to wake up and find your girlfriend covered in blood and nearly catatonic once or twice a month. Destin had gotten caught in odd dream-like visions for more than half of her life and when they came at her unawares, they often came with vicious headaches and heavy nosebleeds. Very attractive stuff.

Did it happen that often? Ozs face softened a little, the blank mask fading away as she leaned forward.

The visions that hit Destin didnt always happen easily. Sometimes they were a mere figment, just a wisp of a thing. Other times, they came with a brutal, one-two punch that left her reeling, dealing with the physical aftermath.

Bad? Not always. But sometimes? Yeah. And nothing freaked out a boyfriend quite like waking up in the morning to find his woman covered in blood and practically catatonic.

Destin shrugged. Yes. Sometimes more. She smirked and hoped it masked the pain she felt. I got used to it a long time ago, but its probably a little disconcerting for others. Probably gets real old too, after a while. Hell, it gets old for me. But Im stuck with it. No reason for others to deal with it.

The nosebleeds came with the visions. They were something she was stuck with and there was nothing she could do but deal. Granted, Caleb hadnt ever acted like they bothered him and more than once, shed come out of the trance-like state to find him gently cleaning the blood from her face.

Hed never once made her feel like the freak she knew she was. Hed never once made her feel like a monster or like some twisted, perverted thing that should never exist.

She made herself feel like that. Her parents had. One or two of the friends shed tried to trust with the information.

But Caleb had

Stop. Caleb walked out, remember? Just like everybody else in her life. Hed walked out.

And just like it was yesterday, she saw it all playing out. The way hed looked as he sat across from her and told her he didnt know if they were heading anywhere or not. Destin had been frozen with terror, because she had known where he was going. Out the door. They all hit the door sooner or later, and that was exactly what happened with him too.

You know, Destin, Oz said, tossing the pen down on the desk and leaning back. Im not quite buying that. Im not buying that Durand dumped you because he didnt like that you wake up with nosebleeds after having one of your dreams. It just doesnt click.

Destin shifted in the chair and crossed her legs. Look, I dont know why he dumped me. For all I know he got bored with me The rest of the words wanted to stick in her throat, but she forced them out. Maybe he found somebody that was a little less neurotic to deal with. I dont know. It doesnt matter. Its over. Its done.

Destin, if it didnt matter, I wouldnt have you in here. Like you said, its been five years. Im not asking just because Im bored, or because Im going to reprimand you for having an affair with a colleague. Its because Her eyes cut to the door.

A second later, Destin heard the door open.

The skin on the back of her neck crawled and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart started to race and her skin felt too tight, too small. Something that might have been happiness bloomed inside her heart before it withered and died as reality shifted and settled into place.

Even before he spoke, she knew.

Opening her eyes, she glared at Oz.

Good afternoon, ladies.

The flight from D.C. to Dallas was a bitch and not just because he hadnt ever planned to return to Texas.

Hed spent most of the trip telling himself he could handle walking into Oswald Group just fine and he knew hed lied every single time. He could handle it, yes. But just fine? Not an icicles chance in hell.

Caleb hadnt seen Destin since hed walked away from her five years earlier, not even a glimpse. The case hed just been assigned had him in a different part of the country for nearly three months and hed been leaving that very day.