Bishop stood on the steps where Hattie had just slammed the door in his face, the echo of her final words still ricocheting inside his skull.
"You don't get to wish for a crown and then whine that you have to put in the work."
She had been so disgusted when she had said it, but Bishop really didn't understand. To do the most effective thing, in the least amount of time, it was obvious to go to her for the solution. How did that get turned around to him not wanting to do the work?
He killed for the Sanctuary, he protected the humans, and the demons. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know the first thing about creating a city…
Then again, he would bet that the majority of people didn't know where to start.
