Ivy hadn’t a chance to open her eyes before she was twisted around midair and landed on something unyielding and warm, cushioning her from the onslaught of the harsh paved ground of the estate’s driveway. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the set’s floodlight and its steel frame hitting the ground with a loud clang, the explosion of the bulbs, the tinkle of glass scattering across the pavement and the screams from the crew around her. They were all muffled by the sound of heavy breathing—and it wasn’t hers.
Ooh, have I pricked your interest. Well tune in tomorrow for more.