Daniel was the one that brought me out of the pool, the one that wrapped me in a towel before he picked me up. I let my head fall against his shoulder, into his neck. I didn’t ask where he was taking me, I didn’t care. If they wanted to do more of that to me, I simply didn’t care.

Without a sound, Daniel took me to the living room and placed me on a long, black table covered with a soft quilted fabric. It was taller than me so I could spread out on it quite comfortably if I’d wanted to. Tristan moved and picked up a remote so...