"He's a vampire, Jonathan," she snaps. "He's a monster, probably feeding on the blood of the living and no, I don't know where he is now. I last saw him... eight years ago? He almost killed a friend of mine and I told him to just go -- to get out of London and never, ever return."

It's weak and selfish and wrong, but he was always her darling, beautiful son and she couldn't bear the thought of smiting him. (Rupert had been so furious with her..)