The warmth enveloped them sweetly as he loped through his home, gesturing for his girl to make herself comfortable upon the expensive sofa that had furnished the condo when he had been given it. Curling his lip in distaste, Flame had no real liking towards his rich manner of living. “He has been in contact with you.” He growled thickly, meaning for his tone to be indifferent as he prowled towards the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey, needing it to soothe his rage.