Ever since this became my role in the family, I’ve made a promise to myself to never gain enjoyment from it. All those people when I was small—the ones who said I was empty and evil—knew then what I know now. It's in my DNA. It’s the reason Ashby took me away that night, in the midst of blood and flashing lights. He didn’t want a son. He wanted his own little purebred psychopath. Someone who could cut and hurt and maim, and feel nothing while doing it. Just like my real father.
