Chapter 415
Slowly, the webbed finger curls into a little fist.
Daphne reaches toward the basin.
"Should we help?"
Lorelei catches her wrist. Her grip is firm.
"No." Her voice is steady. "They are supposed to do it on their own."
Daphne pulls her hand back.
She waits.
They both wait.
Daphne looks helpless as she continues to watch the little one struggle to come out of the egg.
The shell trembles. Cracks spread like rivers across its surface. The tiny fist pushes against the opening, and for a terrible moment, nothing happens.
Daphne holds her breath.
Then—the other little webbed hand appears. Small fingers, translucent skin, nails no bigger than pinpricks. They grip the edge of the shell and pull.
The crack widens.
A tail emerges.
Both women gasp.
