Chapter 20It was dark around him.
Harris could smell Erebus in the air and through that scent, he thought he picked up the smell of tequila. Yes, right by his head. He’d been dreaming for hours and hours. Days maybe. Forever? Dreaming of his mother. They’d had a conversation, a whole conversation, somewhere in a house he didn’t know, and in that strange house, they’d cried together. He’d told her about everything—the hurt and anger and rage and regret. Everything. She’d held him and rocked him. They’d been in his lab and he’d showed her his machine, his blotters and flasks. They’d created a perfume together and she’d named it Harrison. Then she’d been sitting with her face turned to the corner of the dark lab and when he’d touched her shoulder, she’d turned around and she’d been a devil w
