BRIAN

I stood up from the mattress, the cold air of the bedroom instantly hitting my bare chest. 

"Get up, Daisy," I said, my voice deep and flat.

I walked into the dressing room, grabbing a clean black cotton T-shirt and a pair of dark trousers. I didn't reach for the heavy three-piece suit or the tie. If I was going to move her, I needed to be comfortable.

Daisy sat up, pulling the velvet covers to her chest. Her dark curls were messy, and her eyes looked confused in the dim green light. "Where are we going? You said you weren't opening the shutters."

"I'm not opening them," I...