The room fell silent. Rebekah's face drained of color.
"I--I--the feeling comes and goes," she stammered.
"Really?" Freya raised an eyebrow. "Because last night you told Niklaus you couldn't feel your legs at all. That's why he rushed to your side, abandoning his mate in the middle of the night."
Niklaus's grip on her arm loosened as understanding dawned in his eyes. He turned to Rebekah slowly.
"Is this true?"
Before Rebekah could fabricate another lie, the door opened once more. A doctor entered, chart in hand.
"Ms. Castor, I have your latest results," he said, nodding to Niklaus respectfully. "Alpha Niklaus."
"What's the prognosis, doctor?" Niklaus asked.
The doctor glanced at his chart. "Minor soft tissue damage. No nerve involvement. Thanks to her werewolf he
