“His creator,” Jamison explained. The vampire woman who changed him without permission of the night’s court, the one who left him unclaimed in an alley, who…
“Who saved his life, and gave me some of mine back,” Nigel said, touching the scar over his chest.
“Who means to feed him to her mother,” Jamison snapped. The old man had recovered somewhat. “She told him as much. The older vampires, they do not gain so much sustenance from the blood of humans; they feed on other, younger, vampires.”
“Vampires like Duncan,” Agenes murmured.
“Elizabeth meant to keep Ursula a captive, in her tower, like she kept those girls so many centuries ago,” Jamison explained. “But Ursula escaped, fled here. It was only luck—good or ill—that she stumbled over my master when he lay dying in the streets. She fed from him, and he died. Returned to us as Revenant. As a vampire. When her mother again caught up to her, Ursula promised to bring Elizabeth food.”