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the newborn. 
     
    “Hey, Alex, aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” The fey hovering in front of the incubator nudged the bored one sitting on top. 
     
    “Okay, Sam, I know, I know!” The bored fey hovered for a moment and then zipped over to the other side of the room, where the nurse with the formula bottle was changing another newborn’s diaper.  There were no other nurses or hospital personnel around, although there were a few gazers outside the nursery window. 
     
    “They can’t see it,” Muriel murmured, the dark shadow looming over the newborn’s face.  “They don’t know.”
     
    “ The Maker knows,” he reminded her softly.  “Let the fey do their job.”
     
    The nurse left the newborn she was caring for only half dressed and crying in its little bin, frowning as she crossed the room toward the incubator.  Muriel knew the fey called Alex had influenced her, and just in time, because the dark fey had succeeded. 
     
    The newborn’s breath had stopped completely.  Satisfied with a job well done, the dark fey rose up and flitted off, probably to answer another call from The UnMaker , just like the light fey followed the voice of The Maker . 
     
    “He’s not breathing,” she whispered.  “He’s gone—he’s gone!”
     
    “No,” Char assured her again, keeping his hold on her.  “Watch.”
     
    The nurse opened the little porthole in the side, reaching in to touch the baby.  His tiny chest was still.  His heart had stopped beating.  Muriel struggled against the seraphim’s hold, aching to intervene. 
     
    “Hey, little one.” The nurse reached in to gently lift the baby, supporting his wobbly head on a reedy neck.  “You all right?” 
     
    “No, he’s not all right!” Muriel protested. 
     
    The newborn let out a tiny cry, like a kitten mewing, when his skin was exposed to the cold air.  His little eyes opened and his fists began to flail. 
     
    “Oh thank goodness,” Muriel sagged against Char in relief. 
     
    The two light fey sat on the nurse, one on each shoulder, grinning like idiots. 
     
    “That was all me,” the fey called Alex boasted, holding up his hand to the other one.  “High-five, Sam!”
     
    The two fairies high-fived behind the nurse’s back as she cradled the crying preemie. 
     
    “They’re so tiny and helpless.” Muriel sighed.
     
    “The babies, not the fey?” Char teased. 
     
    “Yes, the babies.” She smiled, too relieved to take offense to his purposeful misunderstanding. 
     
    “They have someone looking out for them.  Zephiel over there’s got it covered.” Char pointed to the glass, where there were a few couples, likely grandparents, pointing and cooing over the babies.  Behind them was another angel, standing and watching over the babies.  “ The Maker doesn’t do anything without a reason.”
     
    “Guardian angel?” Muriel guessed, smiling at the love in the angel’s eyes.  Every guardian angel had a certain number of people to look out for, a slice of humanity.  They took their jobs seriously too.  “But he can’t interfere either, can he?” 
     
    “Not with the fey,” Char said.  “They’re following The Maker’s command.”
     
    “And he was doing The UnMaker’s bidding,” she said, eyes narrowing as she glanced at the incubator where the dark fey had nearly smothered the newborn.  “Nasty little buggers.”
     
    “I don’t know.” Char shrugged.  “They’re The UnMaker’s minions.  They do what they’re asked, just like we do.”
     
    “But we do good!” Muriel protested.  “They create havoc.”
     
    “ The UnMaker’s actions cause destruction,” he agreed.  “But The Maker ’s inaction can allow it to happen.  So every time a dark fey’s action isn’t stopped, who is at fault?”
     
    “I…” She paused, frowning at him.  Jariel always said she over-thought things.  She’d never met anyone who could out-think her before.  “I don’t know.