10 Chapter 10

When he was completely alone with Kendricks, Seymour circled him, satisfied when the younger vamp appeared to quake with fear. He should.

Kendricks had been in his employ only since the late nineteenth century. He hadn’t made Kendricks. In fact, Morton had been the only immortal Seymour had ever made, ever wanted as his own. Kendricks’s original maker had been destroyed shortly after creating Kendricks. It seemed Seymour took in a lot of stray immortals.

“I’m sorry, Master Seymour. I was not thinking when I thought to fool you with that man,” Kendricks said, a note of desperation evident in his words.

Seymour nodded. “You were not. But your foolishness in that regard is not why I am angry.”

“It isn’t?”

“I would never have been fooled by an imposter. Morton is bonded to me because he shares my blood. A bond that exists only between a vampire and his maker. Since your maker was destroyed, you never learned of it.”

“Oh.” Kendricks shifted uneasily.