In the guest room she paced. Far too angry for the confines of the tiny space. Against her ear she held the phone with one hand while the other clenched in a tight fist, a manifestation of her rage.

When he entered the room she was at the tale end of her rant.

"Damn it Tristan!" She bellowed. At first she had tried to keep the yelling to a minimum. To keep from alerting Tommy to what was going on. "You will fix this...." Seeing Tommy at the door she sighed. "Tomorrow." The phone vibrated with the Prince's laughter as he explained for the hundredth time that it was just a joke. "Fucking hilarious! I am in stitches.....yes...fine...." She growled and hung up once he gave her a time.

Holding the phone a little too tightly in her hand Selene took a deep, cleansing breath. "Fine." The word sounded as tense as she looked. Another deep breath. Do not take it out on him she told herself. When she opened her eyes she smiled at Tommy. The smell of paint hung in the air and stained his fingers. "What did you paint?"

Likely another of the visions he was not pleased with having.