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Contents ( 25)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-One
  22. Chapter Twenty Two
  23. Epilogue
  24. About the Author
  25. Other titles by Helen Harper

I spotted Winter on the far side of the set. He glanced over and beckoned me. It took him a moment but, when he finally realised what I was wearing, his mouth slowly dropped open.

‘We need to get to make-up,’ Barry told me.

‘Just give me a minute. Stay here.’

‘But…’

I ignored his protests and set off. When I reached Winter, he was trying hard not to stare. I twirled for full effect, almost losing my balance in the process. Winter reached out and grabbed me before I fell over. Slightly breathless, I grinned at him. ‘Whaddya think?’

Winter’s jaw worked. ‘What…?’ For once he was lost for words.

‘I’ve been press-ganged into becoming a contestant,’ I informed him. ‘I think I’m to play the role of evil slut.’ I grinned at him. ‘Of course, I’m sure you know where the word slut comes from.’

‘Huh?’ He blinked rapidly.

‘Slut,’ I said, rather enjoying myself. ‘What’s the etymology of the word?’

Winter shook his head in disbelief. ‘I have no idea. It’s not something I’ve ever thought about.’

‘Well,’ I informed him airily, ‘technically it’s of dubious origin and possibly generates from the German word schlutt meaning slovenly woman. But there’s also an argument to be made for the Swedish term slata which translates as idle woman.’ I beamed triumphantly. ‘It’s like these people see right through me.’

Winter’s mouth flattened into a grim line. ‘I can see right through you! Right through that dress anyway. You can’t wear that!’

‘Wardrobe Lady made me put it on. She doesn’t like me very much.’

Winter looked even more annoyed. ‘Every man on set will be leering at you!’

I shrugged. ‘That’s their problem. Not mine.’

‘It’s…’ He suddenly halted. ‘Hang on,’ he said slowly. ‘What did you say? You’re a contestant?

‘It was either that or be thrown off set.’ I tried to look apologetic. ‘Sorry.’

‘No, this is brilliant. Well done, Ivy.’

I smiled again. ‘Thank you.’ Then I hesitated. ‘Why is it brilliant?’

‘We’ve not been able to get close to any of the contestants. After Alberts was killed, I’m sure the police interviewed them all but the Order hasn’t been given access. Considering it was a contestant who was murdered, and that the contestants are all here ostensibly because they can use at least some magic, it’s quite possible that one or more of them is involved.’ He rubbed his chin. ‘Even if they’re not, they might still be targeted by our would-be necromancer. If you’re one of them, you’ll be able to investigate them and protect them at the same time.’

I hate multi-tasking. ‘Or I could make them all my bitches and have them running at my beck and call.’

Winter frowned in exasperation. ‘Did you see the papers this morning? Someone has been talking to the press. Not to mention allegedly buying cigarettes for some children. You should take some time before this afternoon to find out who. Anyone who would stoop that low is bound to have sneakier plans. Perhaps not necromancy, but it’s a slippery slope to evil, Ivy.’