Catherine. It was the first name that came to his mind, knowing what she meant to Selene and what blackness was living inside of her. Yet even if it wasn't...

There was something about the very idea that her mind had been violated that drove him to the brink of madness. Whoever did it, however it happened...

Shutting his eyes, he let his mind brush hers. It was a touch, a bare caress...but he didn't need much more. She was struggling for it, searching for it, that very word...

A soft, choked snort bubbled in his throat with the force of the rage threatening him. Turning away suddenly, he caught himself on the back of the sofa and nearly doubled over, body singing with tension. He was shaking, seeing red, the same red he'd been painting...

The world shifted under his feet as he sank into darkness.

* * * * *

Abruptly the muscled shoulders relaxed, the back straightened, and he turned to face her once again.

Instead of Tommy's warm brown eyes, however, hellish red depths locked with hers.

"A name." he bit off, his voice detached and flat. "Give it to me so I can kill him."