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he would contact Rina. No, he would approach Faim. He would support Erun’s petition to have Tabitha removed from Vanessa’s care.
    His opinion had changed during his talks with Rhal. Being a dam could not be an easy task and she was alone. Perhaps she hadn’t been neglectful.
    Until now.
    “What are you doing with Tabby? What’s wrong with my daughter? Erun?”
    He spun on her and growled. He knew the expression that graced his features. It was one he often wore before he destroyed his enemy in the sphere. “She is not your daughter. She is Ujal and I will see you rot in a human prison for what abuse you have committed.”
    Erun ignored her further pleas. He had more important things to attend to. Mainly… keeping Tabitha alive.
    For her scales continued to emerge even as he bathed her in pure waters. Her transition refusing to cease and overtaking her even as salt-free liquid coursed over her small form.
    And then… her small lips, the tiny bits of flesh often split in a joyous smile, turned blue.
     

Chapter Five
     
    No one would tell Vanessa anything. No one said a word as she stood in the doorway, watching the doctor—Faim—examine her daughter. More than one assistant glared at her while the lone female in the room looked at her with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.
    All the while Erun remained at Tabby’s side, his large, scarred hands gentle as he cradled her small body. Tabitha whimpered and whined, twitching in what could only be pain as Faim looked her over. The one time Vanessa tried to step closer, dislodge Erun from his position, the staff intercepted her.
    They ignored her hissed threats. They ignored her growled demands. They ignored… her.
    Tabitha was Ujal.
    Vanessa was human.
    And that seemed to be the end of that.
    At least she’d been smart enough to grab her cell phone as she ran out the door. Getting to UST had been a blur of running, bare feet pounding on pavement, Tabitha pressed to Erun’s shoulder. She clutched the small device, holding onto it like a lifeline while the medical staff worked.
    Worked and didn’t ask her what to do with her child. Their attention was on Erun. On his directives and demands.
    Without taking her gaze from Faim and the lone female who seemed to be his primary assistant, she operated her phone from memory. It rang once… twice… and then an out of breath woman answered the phone.
    “Bitch, this better be good.”
    “Rina,” she swallowed the sob that rose in her throat, but her friend must have heard the pain in her voice.
    “What happened?” Rina became all business, no teasing in her tone. “What’s wrong?”
    “It’s Tabby. We’re at UST medical and they won’t let me see her and they think she’s Ujal, but oh God, Rina. They won’t let me near her.”
    “I’ll handle it.” Rina didn’t even ask questions, didn’t delve into the situation beyond the fact that Vanessa said she needed help. It’d always been that way. They used to joke about it.
    Yo, bitch, wanna help me bury a dead body?
    Sure, lemme get my shovel.
    Except now it was more about saving.
    Flat silence reached her—or didn’t reach her—telling Vanessa that Rina ended the call. She clung to the cell phone, willing it to ring. Willing anything to happen that would grant her access to Tabitha. Her cheeks were cool and damp and she wiped at the wetness. Tears. Tears trailed long, winding paths down her face. The longer she remained separated from Tabby, the longer their whispers remained urgent and concerned, the harder she cried. But silently. She didn’t want to give them a reason to kick her out.
    Their accusing glares told her they wouldn’t hesitate to banish her. No one had taken the time yet.
    Suddenly the doors to medical parted and the staff closest to the entry spun to face the newcomer. Anger and glares poured from them in waves, but those feelings immediately fell away and transformed into respect with a hint of fear. They froze in place and Vanessa