As Sydney stalked away from him sobbing, Flame let the phone slip from his fingertips, his snarl evaporating until only hurt and concern stood there. Discarding the phone without a glance to it, it thudded to the floor as Flame followed his girl to the room, seeing her crying, sobbing against the sheets. Brows furrowing in pain, he moved to her and so gently pressed his chest against her back, balancing his weight to show her he was there without hurting her. “Baby, please don’t cry.” He whispered, brushing the hair from her eyes softly,