Chapter 90
Alexandra was huddled down between Herbert and the others. She protected her daughter as best she could. The rain on her back wasn't harder to bear than the years of insults and cruelty by Anaeth at the school. The noise wasn't louder than the doubt that had screamed that she was a fraud, a fake. She had resisted the pull of this fairy's magic before, she would again. For her daughter's sake, for her sake, for the sake of all the Kingdoms.
She saw the fairy's feet standing in front of her. Her husband and friends were sprawled on the ground trying to breathe air that was as much water as air.
Rumplestiltskin reached for the baby. Alexandra forced herself to her feet, still bending over to give her daughter a space to breathe.
"You can't win," Rumplestiltskin said. "You can't stand against my magic."