By the time Ophelia changed out of her bloody ensemble and into something fresh, there were about two hours left before dinner was served and the next level began. While she stripped off her ruined garments in the bathroom, Blackwell had made her list out all the places sheโd already been in the manor and sheโd made the mistake of mentioning the terrifying passageway. Now, she was reluctantly watching him move the chair she had used to barricade the bookcase so they could access the secret door behind it.
โAre you going to need me to hold your hand while we walk through?โ he taunted over his shoulder with a smirk.
โOh, bite me,โ she deadpanned.
His smirk grew wider. โIs that an invitation?โ
She ignored his teasing and asked, โWhy donโt you just do your little disappearing act and transport us where we need to go? Or do you only pop into places that youโre uninvited?โ
He gave her a pointed look now, a tad incensed. โI can only transport myself into places Iโve already physically been. Plus, traveling in and out of this corporeal plane is not as easy as I make it look. And itโs certainly harder with a person in tow. Iโm trying to conserve my energy for your next trialโฆย unless youโve decided youโd rather take a stab at it solo?โ
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. โI cannot believe Iโm stuck here dealing with a sarcastic Ghost while my sister might be getting maimed.โ
โIs she that incapable of taking care of herself?โ
โNo,โ Ophelia admitted. โIn a lot of ways Genevieve is much more capable than I am. I was alone with our mother a lot growing up while she wasโฆย out. But it seems like she became infatuated with this place for some reason, collecting newspaper clippings from all the cities the competition has traveled to over the last few years. I worry she was too enchanted with the prospect of the prize being able to fix all of our problems and didnโt think through the consequences of coming here.โ
He tilted his head thoughtfully. โAnd it wouldnโt? Fix all of your problems, I mean.โ
โPaying off the debt we have, sure. Fixing everything else in our livesโฆย doubtful. It wouldnโt make our motherโs death any easier. Or fix our fighting.โ She knew she was probably oversharing, but aside from Genevieve sheโd never had anyone to open up to. And though Blackwell wasnโt exactly her first choice, he was her only option at the moment. Besides, she was going to milk this blood bargain for all it was worth.
โWhen did your mother pass?โ
She stared at him for a lingering moment, trying to gauge if his curiosity was genuine.
โAbout five days ago now,โ she shared.
He didnโt pry any further and, a moment later, heโd opened the secret passageway. โSo, the disappearing room was through here?โ
โYes.โ She swallowed as she peered into the darkness, half expecting the demonic creature from before to come flying out. โIt should still be there, right?โ
Blackwell shrugged. โThe manor moves its rooms around for its haunts and traps all the time. If you found it and nothing happened to you inside, it was definitely by accident.โ
โSo, explain the haunt system.โ She crossedย her arms. โIs there a custom plan for each contestant? Do you have a Ghost secretary in the back keeping track of the schedule?โ
โNo secretary,โ he told her as Poe suddenly reappeared, rubbing his furry head against Blackwellโs leg. โJust Devils, Ghosts, and Phantasma itself. The manor has a mind of its own, if you havenโt noticed. It chooses when to manifest its guestsโ greatest fears, and enlists the Apparitions and Ghouls for help, but the Devils coordinate other haunts as they get bored. And if none of that drives people outโthe levels and other contestants take care of the rest.โ
โRight,โ she muttered as Blackwell shooed the cat into the dark with his foot. โWho is in charge, then?โ
โOnly the Devils knowโand theyโve been sworn to secrecy. The only other beings to meet the creator are the contestants who complete level eight and win the bid to enter level nine.โ
โWhat bid?โ she asks.
โIf there is more than one contestant that completes level eight and survives the night to get to level nine, they must either eliminate each other until only one person remains or offer the highest bid to enter the level.โ
She shuddered at the thought of the death matches that must ensue when too many people make it that far. She couldnโt imagine killing someone else just to have a shot at meeting the monster who created this place.
Blackwell walked over to the wooden dresser in her room and grabbed two unlit candles from one of the drawers, snapping his fingers and igniting the wicks as he handed one to her. โReady?โ
She gave a tense nod, blood running cold as her body begged her not to go back through the demonic passage, but she refused to let that fear take over. She stepped through the doorway and raised her candle to the shadows, making extra sure theย creature from the other night was nowhere to be seen. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory.
โSomething wrong?โ Blackwell asked, a glint of amusement in his green eyes as he watched her pause.
โNo,โ she told him before he could tease her anymore. The look on his face saidย doubtful, but she ignored it, changing the subject. โIf you are not one of the Ghosts who perform the haunts, how did you end up trapped here?โ
โThat,โ he said, โis the burning question, isnโt it?โ
Blackwell let her lead the way, staying close on her heels as they walked down the corridor, one of his hands lightly resting atop her shoulder to assure her of his presence. She must have been unconvincing in her nonchalance about re-entering the dark passage, and she found herself touched by the considerate gesture. As they moved, the flame of her candle danced higher, throwing her shadow onto the stone walls. His silhouette was notably missing.
โThe only reality I can recall has been here, in Phantasma,โ he divulged, the words smooth and even as if he had recited this many times before. โI have no memories of how I got here or why I can do as I please, but the other Ghosts canโt. The only routine I know is making my bargain with contestants, watching them fail, then waiting for Phantasma to move to another city so I can find someone new when the next competition begins. Over and over. Other Ghosts are tied here because they died within these walls or made poor bargains with a Devil in their past lives and have to stay until their debts are fulfilled and they can pass on. Some arenโt successful, and over time theyโve become the Ghouls Phantasma uses for haunts.โ
โWhat happened to all the other contestants who failed your bargain?โ she whispered.
โVery few died, if thatโs what youโre getting at,โ he assured. โA lot of them forfeitedโbut most of them haveย won Phantasma.โ
She looked over her shoulder at him. โThey won their prize, but you won a decade of their life.โ
His green eyes met hers with no hint of remorse. โExactly.โ
If they were smart, they would have just asked to dissolve their blood bargains, she thought. But now that such a prospect occurred to her, she wondered if thatโs what sheโd waste her own Devilโs Grant on if she won it. Ten years of her life back or anything she wanted in the worldโฆ
โWas it hard to watch the ones who died?โ She paused her stride to face him, her head tilting with curiosity. โI donโt think I could stomach such a thing over and over again.โ
โBeing too compassionate in a place like this is a mistake,โ he warned. โSoft hearts donโt survive here.โ
โWhat kinds of hearts do?โ
He leaned down until their eyes were level. โHearts with teeth.โ He reached out and gently gripped her chin in his hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her full, bottom lip.
She was frozen in place.
โCโmon, angel, show me your teeth.โ
Her breath became shallow at his proximity, so close that she could see the firelight reflected in his emerald irises. Her eyes flicked down to his mouth, and like her brief lapse of control in the bathtub the night before, she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Would he taste like the notes of vanilla and tobacco that lingered in the air around him? Would his ghostly nature make it feel cold?
Blackwellโs lips began to curl up at the ends, and she realized she had been staring at him, silent, for just a little too long. He huffed a deep laugh and reached for something behind her, his lips dipping even closer to hers as he leaned over. She turned her head to the side and swallowed. When she glancedย behind her, she saw that they had made it to the end of the corridor. He pushed on the doorโs lever and let it swing open.
โLookโโhe waved a hand at what theyโd found, a glint of satisfaction still shining in his eyesโโa regular broom closet.โ
Poe meowed at their feet and Ophelia jumped in surprise, having forgotten about the feline. When she spun around to investigate the open doorway, she saw that Blackwell was rightโit was just a broom closet.
โMaybe I have to be the one who opens it?โ she said, voice a little too thick, as she pulled the door shut again. She didnโt wait more than a second before pushing it back open, and a noise of disappointment hummed in her throat when it still hadnโt changed.
โTake your time,โ Blackwell asserted. โImagine the place you want to go in your mind, first. Then open it.โ
She gave him a skeptical look but shut the door a second time and closed her eyes in concentration. This time she pictured the plain hidden room, the long tables that had sat in its center, and the bare shelves that had lined the walls. She recalled Poe hopping up onto one of those tables to bathe himself and silently judge her.
A creak echoed in front of her and then, โOphelia.โ
She blinked her eyes open, and her jaw went slack as she took in the new room before them.
Blackwell gave her an appraising look. โNice job, angel. Now letโs see what else you can find.โ