Groaning irritably within his throat, Flame shot up in his bed, the nightmares still plaguing his achin mind. His skull throbbed beneath the thick, brown locks that framed his sharply featured, strong face. Clenches his jaw, the muscls lining his body flexed and rlaxed, his restless, massive form trying to rid itself of the anguish. Raking his nails across his battered expression, the tawny mle lunged out of his bed, towards his only solice; his means of contact with his woman. Growling sharply, his haunted sleep images of her being tormented and ravaged before his eyes, forced and tied to watch it all happen and be helpless to save her. A broken sound escaped his lips and he braced his arms against the wall, leaning there in nothing but jeans that hugged his waist neatly but were loose around his legs.<br/>"Sydney." He murmured. Her slender, beautiful image filling his mind as she would curl into his lap and brush against his ignited body. Flame needed his female. Shooting towards the door, he cursed his need to be far from her, the duty he so loathed thatshe could never know of; The duty he was born into that he so resented and kept him away from Sydney out of fear for her. Were his dreams a premonition? Flame awoke every morning tormented by not having contact with his woman. Though he refused to put her in harms way and that was all the brute male was... a beast made for destruction. But if his supple, soft woman was in danger... he would no hesitate in going to her. Gripping the keys to his motorbike, anticipation overwhelmed him at seeing her beauty again, but Flame pushed it to the back of his mind; this was not for him. He was the one who had left to allow things to drift between them and though it killed him... His love for her would keep him away for as long as it took...