Ophelia looked at the strangerโBlackwellโas if he had just grown a second head. โWhat are you talking about?โ
โI have a bargain for you,โ he told her.
โSorry, but my offer to help you has expired. Iโm 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.
โDidnโt I tell you that Iโm not part of Phantasmaโs staff?โ
โNot exactly,โ she echoed his words from earlier.
Wicked delight lit up his eyes as if he were a cat whoโd found a mouse that might learn to equally enjoy the game.
โIโm not working against you like the others,โ he vowed. โIn fact, Iโll do the exact oppositeโIโll help you win this competition.โ
Ophelia dropped her arms in shock. โHow?โ
โYou 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. โBut I can make sure you survive long enough to reach the last two levels, and then youโll be able to learn your sisterโs fate. All I need from you is a blood bargain.โ
โA 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. โI donโt 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 didnโt 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 Ghostsโฆ
Blackwell leaned forward until their gazes were level with one anotherโs, the tips of their noses nearly touching. โNo 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, โIโd 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 donโt 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.
โHello, cat,โ she grumbled. โDid you come to plead his case? Or do you just get a kick out of watching me stumble around this wretched place?โ
โThe latter, definitely,โ Blackwellโs voice rang outย behind her.
Ophelia didnโt bother looking back at the Phantom as she snapped, โI thought I told you not to follow me?โ
โI apologize if I gave you the impression that I do what Iโm told.โ His tone was anything but apologetic.
Now she did look back. โDo 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 casuallyโusually 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.
โI was trying to be helpful,โ he insisted.
โYou wereย not,โ she scoffed as she hooked a sharp right down another hall. โA 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.
โYouโre going the wrong way,โ he advised. โAnd you didnโt give me a chance to tell you what the price of the bargain was.โ
Ophelia couldnโt stop herself from saying, โFine.ย If itโs the only way to get you to go the Hell away, Iโll bite. What is it that youโre offering?โ
โDonโt forget,ย youย keep findingย me.โ He gave her a pointed look, and she was already regretting giving in to his antics.
โYes, and Iโm starting to wonder if it would have been less hassle to just get murdered by the Ghoul in my bathroom.โ
โThey wouldnโt have fatally harmed you on the very first day,โ he offered. โThey like to play with their victims for a littleย while first.โ
โYou have a response for everything, donโt you?โ
โYes.โ He winked, and she hated herself for thinking that the gesture was attractive. She couldnโt 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.
โAre you at least going to help me get back to my room first?โ she quipped. โThe cat was being more helpful, honestly.โ
โThis 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.
โHereโs the first term of my offer,โ Blackwell said as he let Poe drop to the ground. โI 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 yourselfโbut 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 stepโright into Blackwellโs surprisingly hard body. His muscles were even more toned than she had imagined theyโd be.
She felt his chest vibrate with quiet laughter against her back as he leaned his mouth down to her ear and drawled, โWatch 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. โWhere did it go?โ
โSomewhere on the Other Side. I can move things in and out of this corporeal plane.โ
She tilted her head. โIs that something all Phantoms can do? And if you intercept all of the haunts around me is that considered cheating?โ
โI donโt know any other Phantoms,โ he admitted. โAnd if itโs not against the rules you were given before you entered, itโs fair game.โ
โAlright then, enough beating around the bush.โ She spun toward him. โYou showed me what youโre capable of, so what exactly do you want in return? That key I assume?โ
โAngel, 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 couldnโt quite catch before turning more serious. โAndย whatย key?โ
โYou knowโthe heart and the key thing.โ She waved an impatient hand in the air between them. โBefore Iย left last night, you told me thatโs what would set you freeโIโm assuming itโs some sort of riddle, right?โ
He froze.
She frowned. โWhat? Whatโs wrong?โ
โTell me what I saidย exactly,โ he urged.
โHell, you really do just walk around with holes in your memory, donโt you?โ she said, and she could have sworn her words made him flinch, but his ability to recover was impeccable.
โSomething like that,โ was all he commented.
If she were a different kind of person, she might have pitied him. Instead, she simply explained, โI asked if you were stuck here and if there was a way I could help you, and you saidโฆโ She racked her brain for his precise words. โโฆย a heart and a key would set me free. But you should hope we do not meet againโฆโ
Angel.
She decided to take creative liberty and omit that last bit.
โWhy didnโt you mention that detail earlier?โ he demanded, tone rather intense.
โHow would I have known that I needed to?โ she shot back. โWhatโs the big deal?โ
The glint in his eyes became slightly wild. โThe 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 clarityโa moment already erased from my mindโwhere 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. โYouโre trapped hereย eternally?ย You mean, you cannot choose to pass over like other Ghosts?โ
โCorrect.โ He shoved a hand through his hair in frustration. โEvery time I get close to finding what is keeping me in this placeโI lose it again. This isโyouย areโthe first concrete confirmation Iโve had that thereย isย something to find. That it is possible.โ
She propped a hand on her hip. โSo, you were going to ask me to find something that you didnโt even have any concept of?โ
โGiven your abilities to summon mysterious doors and magic parlors, I figured youโd still be the best hope Iโve had yet. And my gut was correct.โ
โBut I havenโtย meantย to do any of those things. It was purely coincidence that we met that first time. I wasnโt even supposed to be out that night.โ
โWhether you meant to or not, you did them,โ he implored. โI donโt believe in coincidences. You claim you werenโt supposed to be out that night. But you were. And you found me. If youโre truly a Necromancer, you will be able to see things others canโt. Which means you can search this place like no one has been able to for me before.โ
โAnd if I donโt find this key?โ she asked. โWhatโs the price of failing?โ
โThe blood bargain ensures Iโll get payment if you fail your task,โ he told her. โIf you succeed, youโll have nothing to worry about.โ
โThat didnโt answer my question,โ she pressed.
โIf you failโโone corner of his mouth lifted in a grim smile as he spokeโโone decade of your life span will be transferred to me.โ