"Croydon belongs to the people who live there! It's not a territory. It's a neighbourhood. People live there!"

The moment it's out, Abigail sighs. It's too emotional. There's no negotiating to be done when she's this upset, let alone if she gets someone else upset. But Eames was the last straw. Using the fae to survive -- to avoid a curse she had nothing to do with getting laid -- is one thing.

But to be treated as a pawn. As a stupid pawn at that.

No. Not now. She remembers what Lancelot had said. What she said. It matters. It needs to be said.

"There doesn't need to be more bloodshed."