Chapter 7
Davis opened his door at the end of a hallway. An unprotected light bulb flickered overhead, and then blotted out entirely as they entered. The smell of sage mixed with incense allowed Jenna to breathe again. Memories of her past faded and became overrun with desire. Davis was close—but no longer holding onto her as he flicked on his remaining lights. Neon signs bloomed to life, each one twisted with an unfamiliar logo or name. More naked light bulbs also dotted his kitchen and hallway, along with what seemed to be dozens of creeping vine leaves.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Davis said. He gestured to the lights. “I’ve remade Times Square, all in red and blue. Is that place still around?”
“Emptied out a while ago,” she said, still distracted.
“Ah, well. Then my home is my memory palace. And I’d like to show you the true keys.”