"He made a deal with the devil." Henry scrubbed his right hand over his face. "I know. I know it sounds crazy. But hear me out. It's like when I found the matchbook in my pocket, from the hotel in Paris, only...different. He's...He made a deal with the devil, Norah. He..." Henry pulled in a breath. He was starting to question his own sanity. "He has his own body, now."