It was everything that his mind couldn’t get right that bothered him. The Taylor who he didn’t know, the one who he’d woken up to and had thought was an angel, never existed. The real Taylor was a monster who acted with the intent in instilling fear into the weak and who was hungry for power. Somehow he knew that much about a man he didn’t know anything about. His memories couldn’t be trusted, but he couldn’t ignore the raw feelings that dictated his every thought.
The blood had been washed away years ago. It was no longer there, just the color remained. But it was like he was being transported back to the night he felt the old Ryan die. Still, he felt the echo of the original Ryan. The one who didn’t know who he was. The first Ryan hadn’t even known Ryan had existed.
The second Ryan w
