[I KNEW IT! I should've never let my wife climb all those stairs!]
[She can't feel her feet? What if … what if she never walks again?!]
[No … no, no, no! My wife … my wife is paralyzed!]
Edmund's thoughts were spiraling out of control, so loud and panicked that if thoughts had sound, the whole palace would've heard them.
"Do your legs hurt?" he asked, breathless with fear. In a second, he pulled the blanket off the bed, kneeling beside her with wide, frantic eyes.
"I … actually feel nothing," Primrose said softly.
She sat upright, staring down at her legs. No matter how hard she tried, her toes wouldn't move. She willed them to twitch, to respond, but they just lay there, motionless.
Still, they looked normal. No swelling, no bruises. Nothing to suggest she had been poisoned or overexerted the day before.
She had to admit that Silas really knew what he was doing, and it seemed Hazelle might know quite a bit about poisons too.
