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Chapter no 12 – FAIR GAME

Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

Ophelia looked at the strangerโ€”Blackwellโ€”as if he had just grown a second head. โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€

โ€œI have a bargain for you,โ€ he told her.

โ€œSorry, but my offer to help you has expired. Iโ€™m not giving you anything, and I certainly am not going to trust someone who chooses to work for a place like this.โ€

Ophelia made to step past him, but he shifted to block her path.

โ€œDidnโ€™t I tell you that Iโ€™m not part of Phantasmaโ€™s staff?โ€

โ€œNot exactly,โ€ she echoed his words from earlier.

Wicked delight lit up his eyes as if he were a cat whoโ€™d found a mouse that might learn to equally enjoy the game.

โ€œIโ€™m not working against you like the others,โ€ he vowed. โ€œIn fact, Iโ€™ll do the exact oppositeโ€”Iโ€™ll help you win this competition.โ€

Ophelia dropped her arms in shock. โ€œHow?โ€

โ€œYou cannot leave this wing to look for your sister until you manage to survive the first seven levels. From experience, at least half the contestants in this competition will die, or forfeit, by level five,โ€ he told her. โ€œBut I can make sure you survive long enough to reach the last two levels, and then youโ€™ll be able to learn your sisterโ€™s fate. All I need from you is a blood bargain.โ€

โ€œA blood bargain?โ€ A wild giggle escaped her throat at the ludicrous idea. Any being that possessed magic could offer a blood bargain to someone, an oath that was unbreakable untilย every term was fulfilled exactly. And the consequences of such contracts with more powerful beings, like Devils, were unavoidable even in death. โ€œI donโ€™t make blood bargains with rogue Phantoms. Or anyone else, for that matter.โ€

Even as she spoke the words, however, she had to admit he had intrigued her greatly. If he really could help her survive this Hell house and make sure she didnโ€™t have to deal with any more demonic surprises coming out of her bathtub, she could hardly put a price on the value of that. After all, her mother had always warned her not to make deals with Devils, but never told her anything about making them with Ghostsโ€ฆ

Blackwell leaned forward until their gazes were level with one anotherโ€™s, the tips of their noses nearly touching. โ€œNo one has ever turned me down before.โ€

She felt her face twist into a mocking expression at his words, but her traitorous pulse was beating erratically at his further proximity. He smelled faintly of vanilla and tobacco, and it irked her greatly that she found it to be a delicious combination.

Clearing her throat, she retorted, โ€œIโ€™d say I find that fact surprising, except it is not the least bit shocking that any fool willing to enter this place would also be willing to enter such a foolish pact. Good day, Blackwell. And donโ€™t you dare follow me.โ€

This time, she shouldered past him without hesitation and pushed her way out of the closet. As she strutted down the hall, something small blinked into view next to her, matching her pace.

โ€œHello, cat,โ€ she grumbled. โ€œDid you come to plead his case? Or do you just get a kick out of watching me stumble around this wretched place?โ€

โ€œThe latter, definitely,โ€ Blackwellโ€™s voice rang outย behind her.

Ophelia didnโ€™t bother looking back at the Phantom as she snapped, โ€œI thought I told you not to follow me?โ€

โ€œI apologize if I gave you the impression that I do what Iโ€™m told.โ€ His tone was anything but apologetic.

Now she did look back. โ€œDo you truly not have anything better to do around here than stalk me?โ€

He was strolling leisurely behind her, hands shoved in his pockets. It was odd to see a Ghost walk so casuallyโ€”usually they hovered. She was again struck with the desire to know more about him. Phantoms were rare, and her knowledge of their abilities was much shallower than that of other Ghosts. It took everything in her to shove her curiosity out of reach.

โ€œI was trying to be helpful,โ€ he insisted.

โ€œYou wereย not,โ€ she scoffed as she hooked a sharp right down another hall. โ€œA blood bargain is almost never beneficial for anyone but the one offering it.โ€

Before she could take another step, he blinked directly into her pathway, causing her to pull up short before she smacked right into him.

โ€œYouโ€™re going the wrong way,โ€ he advised. โ€œAnd you didnโ€™t give me a chance to tell you what the price of the bargain was.โ€

Ophelia couldnโ€™t stop herself from saying, โ€œFine.ย If itโ€™s the only way to get you to go the Hell away, Iโ€™ll bite. What is it that youโ€™re offering?โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t forget,ย youย keep findingย me.โ€ He gave her a pointed look, and she was already regretting giving in to his antics.

โ€œYes, and Iโ€™m starting to wonder if it would have been less hassle to just get murdered by the Ghoul in my bathroom.โ€

โ€œThey wouldnโ€™t have fatally harmed you on the very first day,โ€ he offered. โ€œThey like to play with their victims for a littleย while first.โ€

โ€œYou have a response for everything, donโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œYes.โ€ He winked, and she hated herself for thinking that the gesture was attractive. She couldnโ€™t help it, though.ย Everythingย about him was frustratingly attractive. It was hard not to be keenly aware of that fact when he kept taking up all her space. Annoyingly, he seemed to be just as aware of his attractiveness, which was really starting to grate on her nerves. He was the sort of man that thought his face could get him anything he wanted, and she was determined not to prove him correct.

โ€œAre you at least going to help me get back to my room first?โ€ she quipped. โ€œThe cat was being more helpful, honestly.โ€

โ€œThis way.โ€ He blinked out of sight and reappeared down the hall behind her, unperturbed by her obvious annoyance.

She sighed and pivoted, her gown swishing with the movement. Poe mewled as he winked out to reappear beside Blackwell, who scooped the creature up in stride. Ophelia tried to memorize the way back to her room as she followed, not wanting to have to rely on him again.

When they finally stopped in front of her door, she hesitated, worried about what she might find inside.

โ€œHereโ€™s the first term of my offer,โ€ Blackwell said as he let Poe drop to the ground. โ€œI will clean up any haunts that you may accidentally stumble upon outside of the nine levels. Within the levels, however, you will have to do the work yourselfโ€”but I can assist.โ€

He opened her bedroom door and waved for her to step over the threshold before him. She hesitated, but he gave her an encouraging nod, and she lifted her chin and poked her head inside. There were bloody footprints all over the room. Long, jagged gouges ripped through the wallpaper as well as the doorframe. She shuffled forward and Blackwell began to close the door behind them, letting Poe slip through at theย last second before pushing it all the way shut. The cat went straight for her bed, padding his white paws into the comforter before curling up on the corner.

Ophelia opened her mouth to comment on the state of the room, but shrieked instead. The bloody Ghoul was dragging itself into the bathroom. She stumbled back a stepโ€”right into Blackwellโ€™s surprisingly hard body. His muscles were even more toned than she had imagined theyโ€™d be.

She felt his chest vibrate with quiet laughter against her back as he leaned his mouth down to her ear and drawled, โ€œWatch this.โ€

Lifting a hand, he gave a sharp snap of his fingers and it all disappeared. The Ghoul, the blood, the scratches. Everything cleared in less than a second.

She swallowed. โ€œWhere did it go?โ€

โ€œSomewhere on the Other Side. I can move things in and out of this corporeal plane.โ€

She tilted her head. โ€œIs that something all Phantoms can do? And if you intercept all of the haunts around me is that considered cheating?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know any other Phantoms,โ€ he admitted. โ€œAnd if itโ€™s not against the rules you were given before you entered, itโ€™s fair game.โ€

โ€œAlright then, enough beating around the bush.โ€ She spun toward him. โ€œYou showed me what youโ€™re capable of, so what exactly do you want in return? That key I assume?โ€

โ€œAngel, you have not seen even a modicum of what I am capable of,โ€ he told her, his green eyes flickering down her figure with an emotion she couldnโ€™t quite catch before turning more serious. โ€œAndย whatย key?โ€

โ€œYou knowโ€”the heart and the key thing.โ€ She waved an impatient hand in the air between them. โ€œBefore Iย left last night, you told me thatโ€™s what would set you freeโ€”Iโ€™m assuming itโ€™s some sort of riddle, right?โ€

He froze.

She frowned. โ€œWhat? Whatโ€™s wrong?โ€

โ€œTell me what I saidย exactly,โ€ he urged.

โ€œHell, you really do just walk around with holes in your memory, donโ€™t you?โ€ she said, and she could have sworn her words made him flinch, but his ability to recover was impeccable.

โ€œSomething like that,โ€ was all he commented.

If she were a different kind of person, she might have pitied him. Instead, she simply explained, โ€œI asked if you were stuck here and if there was a way I could help you, and you saidโ€ฆโ€ She racked her brain for his precise words. โ€œโ€ฆย a heart and a key would set me free. But you should hope we do not meet againโ€ฆโ€

Angel.

She decided to take creative liberty and omit that last bit.

โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you mention that detail earlier?โ€ he demanded, tone rather intense.

โ€œHow would I have known that I needed to?โ€ she shot back. โ€œWhatโ€™s the big deal?โ€

The glint in his eyes became slightly wild. โ€œThe big deal is that I have been trapped here for an amount of time I cannot even remember, because of the aforementioned holes in my memory. And I will continue to be stuck, eternally, unless I find whatever tether or anchor is keeping me bound to this place, and figure out how to free myself. And somehow you managed to catch me in a moment of clarityโ€”a moment already erased from my mindโ€”where I supposedly told you exactly what I needed to find in order to untether me. You haveย noย idea how extraordinarily bizarre this is.โ€

Her head was spinning as she tried to keep up withย his words. โ€œYouโ€™re trapped hereย eternally?ย You mean, you cannot choose to pass over like other Ghosts?โ€

โ€œCorrect.โ€ He shoved a hand through his hair in frustration. โ€œEvery time I get close to finding what is keeping me in this placeโ€”I lose it again. This isโ€”youย areโ€”the first concrete confirmation Iโ€™ve had that thereย isย something to find. That it is possible.โ€

She propped a hand on her hip. โ€œSo, you were going to ask me to find something that you didnโ€™t even have any concept of?โ€

โ€œGiven your abilities to summon mysterious doors and magic parlors, I figured youโ€™d still be the best hope Iโ€™ve had yet. And my gut was correct.โ€

โ€œBut I havenโ€™tย meantย to do any of those things. It was purely coincidence that we met that first time. I wasnโ€™t even supposed to be out that night.โ€

โ€œWhether you meant to or not, you did them,โ€ he implored. โ€œI donโ€™t believe in coincidences. You claim you werenโ€™t supposed to be out that night. But you were. And you found me. If youโ€™re truly a Necromancer, you will be able to see things others canโ€™t. Which means you can search this place like no one has been able to for me before.โ€

โ€œAnd if I donโ€™t find this key?โ€ she asked. โ€œWhatโ€™s the price of failing?โ€

โ€œThe blood bargain ensures Iโ€™ll get payment if you fail your task,โ€ he told her. โ€œIf you succeed, youโ€™ll have nothing to worry about.โ€

โ€œThat didnโ€™t answer my question,โ€ she pressed.

โ€œIf you failโ€โ€”one corner of his mouth lifted in a grim smile as he spokeโ€”โ€œone decade of your life span will be transferred to me.โ€

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