Page 100 of Bishop's Flight
“No.”
She stopped a few feet away, sensing that this wasn’t a friendly visit. “Your hair is gone.”
“I burned a good portion of it off when I was fighting with Zasha Sokholov last week.”
Tenzin’s stare revealed nothing. “Where?”
“Lake Mead, Nevada. Just outside Las Vegas. They took a child, held him captive, and tried to take over a city.”
“Why?”
“That’s an excellent question.” Brigid leaned forward in the chair and rested her elbows on her knees.
Tenzin glanced over her shoulder. “Ben will want to see you.”
“I’m not here to see Ben.”
Tenzin looked back at Brigid. “I know you’re not.”
“For they shall visit the iniquity of the fathers upon the children and their children’s children.”
Tenzin frowned. “I do not follow your Christian faith, Brigid Connor. I have little respect for human morality.”
“I didn’t read that in the Bible—I heard it from Zasha Sokholov.”
Tenzin shifted her eyes so she was staring over the city lights. “Zasha Sokholov, who once followed an Eastern Christian faith.”
“So you know Zasha?”
Tenzin blinked. “I know of them.”
Brigid rose from her seat. “You know more than that.”
The other vampire said nothing, but she turned her eyes back to Brigid.
“We may try to run from our past, but it finds us,” Brigid said. “I know I’ve tried to outrun it. I know I’ve done my best to leave it behind. We can put continents—even millennia—between us, but in the end, the sins of the fathers will come back to visit.”
Tenzin lifted her chin. “I am not responsible for my father’s sins.”
“I’m not here to talk about your father’s sins, Tenzin.” Brigid sat down again and folded her hands. “I want you to tell me about Temur.”
