My shoulders wanted to hunch up when his distorted voice curled around my ears. “Danny needs food.” Daisy tutted, not even looking at him as he loomed over the counter with his hood up and his face concealed by impenetrable darkness. “We’ve talked about this, scary man.” His blackened fingers flexed, and he was silent as Daisy ladled stew into two bowls and passed them to me and Charlie. “Please,” he snarled eventually. “Danny needs food please.”
