
The invitation arrived in a black envelope.
No sender. No return address. Just three names, written in silver ink.
Inside was a single sentence. You have been selected to compete.
Rook, Sir Calder, and Tamsin had never entered Gloamglass Manor.

So they were understandably concerned when they woke up inside it.
“LADIES! GENTLEMEN! ESTEEMED MEMBERS OF THE ETERNALLY DECEASED!” said Voss. “Welcome to the nine-hundred-and-seventeenth season of... THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS!”
Hundreds of vampires filled the balconies. All of them were smiling.
“Five games! Three contestants! And one absolutely magnificent prize!” said Voss.

“What happens if we lose?” asked Calder.
“Oh, my dear boy,” said Voss. “You become dinner!”
“Right. Lovely,” said Rook.
A servant placed a contract in front of them.
“Our rules are quite simple!” said Voss. “Complete the games, and select any one prize listed in the House Inventory.”
“Any prize?” asked Tamsin.
“Any single listed prize!” said Voss. “And as your gracious host, I am magically bound to answer truthfully any direct question about the rules or the official game records.”

Behind him stood a cabinet of prizes. Jewels, weapons, sealed chests, and an old parchment beneath a brass plaque.
Lot One.
Nobody gave it a second look.
The Price Is Blood
“ROUND ONE! THE PRICE IS BLOOD!” said Voss.

Three objects sat on velvet cushions. A crown set with rubies. A diamond the size of a fist. And a small wooden horse, missing one wheel.
“Which treasure has the highest recorded value in my collection?” asked Voss. “Two guesses! Every mistake costs one goblet of blood!”
“Diamond. Easy,” said Rook.
“I wouldn't—” said Tamsin.
“Diamond,” said Rook.
“INCORRECT!” said Voss.
Rook discovered whose blood filled the goblets.
“Hate this game,” said Rook.

“Why's this horse got a name carved underneath?” asked Rook.
“Ah! My daughter's,” said Voss.
It was the first time his smile had looked almost human.
“It's his collection,” said Tamsin. “He decides the recorded value.”
“Is that your final answer?” asked Voss.
“The bloody horse,” said Rook.
“CORRECT!” said Voss.
The crown and the diamond could have bought a small army. Voss had recorded the horse as priceless.
The contestants had survived their first game. The audience was disappointed.
The House Rules

The second game was The Unwelcome Guest. Six strangers at a dinner table. The contestants had to find the vampire.
They found one.
There were two.
They survived the penalty. Barely.

The third game was The Rising Tide. A ballroom filling slowly with blood, while platforms rose and fell.
Calder carried Tamsin across a collapsing walkway. Rook found a shortcut through the chandelier rigging.
And a vampire in the audience decided to help his favorite contestant.
A silver grappling hook landed at Calder's feet.

“Stop. The. Game,” said Voss.
Every vampire in the room froze.
“Lord Penwick. Did you just interfere with an active round?” asked Voss. “Article Six. No audience interference. Disqualification applies regardless of station. Straight to the sunrise chamber, if you please!”
By the time the applause resumed, there was one less shadow on the balcony.
“He killed one of his own,” said Rook.
“For breaking a rule,” said Tamsin.
Tamsin looked down at her contract. And started reading it again.
The Traitor's Table
“ROUND FOUR! THE TRAITOR'S TABLE!” said Voss.

Before each contestant lay a sealed envelope.
“One of you may have received a private offer to betray the others,” said Voss. “Before the final bell, you must deliver a unanimous and accurate verdict. Fail to agree, and the table loses!”
“Nobody opens their envelope,” said Rook. “If one of us has a deal, they'll lie about it.”
“I wouldn't,” said Calder.
“That's exactly what someone with a deal would say,” said Rook.
“You truly believe that?” asked Calder.
Ten minutes earlier, they had fought together to escape a room filling with blood. Now, Rook wouldn't even look Calder in the eye.
The hourglass was nearly empty.
“Oh, this is WONDERFUL!” said Voss. “Such suspicion! Such DRAMA!”
“Lord Voss. You said someone may have received an offer,” said Tamsin.
“Quite right!” said Voss.
“And you must answer questions about the official game records truthfully,” said Tamsin.
“I must,” said Voss.
“Then tell us,” said Tamsin. “Has any contestant actually been issued a betrayal offer in this round?”
“No,” said Voss.
“...What? Then what was in the envelopes?” asked Rook.
“Paper! Very expensive paper, admittedly,” said Voss.
“Then our verdict is unanimous,” said Tamsin. “There is no traitor.”
“CORRECT! Oh, BRAVO! Most contestants never think to ask!” said Voss.
“Sorry,” said Rook.
“I know,” said Calder.
“Still think you're an idiot,” said Rook.
“I know that too,” said Calder.
Tamsin, meanwhile, had stopped watching the show. She was watching the contract.
The Final Prize
The fifth game was the simplest. Choose your prize.

The doors opened onto a treasury. Mountains of gold. Ancient weapons. Jewels stolen from forgotten kings.
And behind an iron gate, dozens of prisoners.
“You have completed the competition!” said Voss. “One prize from the House Inventory is yours! Wealth? Power? Perhaps the freedom of one of our delightful guests?”
“We can't leave them here,” said Calder.
“We could buy an army with that gold,” said Rook.
“We don't need an army,” said Tamsin.
Tamsin had taken the inventory from its stand. She was staring at the first entry.
“Lord Voss. Is the prize transferred to its winner outright? Even if you regret the choice?” asked Tamsin.
“My dear girl,” said Voss. “The rules are sacred.”
“Rook. Read the first entry,” said Tamsin.
Rook read it. Then she smiled.
“We'll take Lot One,” said Rook.
“...I beg your pardon?” asked Voss.
“Lot One. Gloamglass Manor,” said Rook.
“The estate, its grounds, its fixtures, and its legal title,” said Tamsin. “One listed prize.”
“The entire house?” asked Calder.
“The entire bloody house,” said Rook.
The deed had sat in the prize cabinet for three hundred years. Nobody had wanted an old manor when there were diamonds to be had.

Voss looked at the deed. Then at the contract. Then at the contestants.
“Article One. Any single listed prize,” said Voss. “Oh. Oh, that is beautiful.”
He signed the deed and placed it in Rook's hand.
“Congratulations. You have won,” said Voss.
“Keep the horse,” said Rook.

The house withdrew its hospitality. The cell doors swung open, and the prisoners fled.
For the first time in three hundred years, Gloamglass Manor belonged to the living.
“So. What happens to the vampires?” asked Rook.
“Oh, we still live here,” said Voss. “I do hope you intend to honor our existing tenancy agreements!”
The house didn't always win.
But apparently... it did come with tenants.
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