Henry swallowed. He could smell his father's fear acutely. He slowly shook his head as he spoke.
"Never," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Never fear me, Father." He glanced around before folding his hands on the table to look at Henry. "Even when I feed, I do not kill. I do not live off the fear of others as some vampires do. I have not foresaken God, either." He pulled the cross he always wore from under his shirt.
"The only time I have ever used my status and my power as a vampire in a killing capacity is when those I care for are being hurt," he explained. "Demons have need to fear me. You, Vicki, Lady Jane, Lady Anne, Lord Brandon... none of you have need to fear me. I would never harm you."