The phone rang sharply.
Freya groaned and reached for it with reluctance. Niklaus's name flashed on the screen. Her heart betrayed her with a quickened beat.
"What do you want?" she answered coldly.
"I need you to come to the hospital tomorrow morning," Niklaus's deep voice commanded rather than asked.
"Why would I do that?"
"Rebekah requested I stay as her caregiver," he explained. "It would look better if you came too. To avoid gossip."
A bitter laugh escaped her. "Since when do you care about how things look?"
"Since my Luna filed for divorce," he replied sharply.
Silence hung heavy between them.
"Fine," she finally said. "But on one condition. You sign the divorce papers."
His breathing changed and became heavier. "I'll consider it."
"That's not good
