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PROLOGUE

‘OH, NO!’

Daisy Huntingdon-Cross skidded to a halt on the icy surface and regarded her car with dismay

No, dis red wine on a white T-shirt Her chest began to thuht as she stared at the wall of snow surrounding her suddenly fli tyres, this was a catastrophe

The snohich had fallen all afternoon and evening,photos she had spent the past twelve hours taking, but it had begun to drift—and right noas packed in tightly around her tyres Her lovely, bright, quirky little city car, perfect for zoo, horribly vulnerable in heavy snow and icy conditions

Daisy carefully shifted her heavy bag to her other shoulder and looked around It was the only car in the car park

In fact, she was the only person in the car park No, scratch that, she was possibly the only person in the whole castle A shiver ran down her spine, not entirely as a result of the increasing cold and the snow seeping through her very inadequate brogues Hawksley Castle was a wonderfully roht But when you were standing underneath the parapets, the great tower a craggy, shadowy silhouette loolow froe of the car park it wasn’t sofor every horror film she had ever seen

‘Just don’t go running into the woods’ She cast a nervous glance over her shoulder The whole situation was bad enough without introducing the supernatural into it

Besides it was Valentine’s Day Surely the only ghosts abroad today had to be those of lovers past?

Daisy shivered again as her feetShe staht furiously

Why had she stayed behind to photograph the departing guests, all happily packed into ates and whisked off to the local village where hot toddies and roaring fires awaited theo, after the first dance and long before the snow had changed fro mass of icy white

But, no, she always had to take it that step further, offer that bit , coraphs, that she’d proht

Midnight wasn’t that far away