Speaking of memories. “I’m remembering more of my childhood, but still nothing about the two months before I went into a coma. Will I ever remember that time?” Grace asked.

Emma lifted a shoulder. “There’s no way to know, but if other memories are coming back and those aren’t, maybe not. At least you know most of what happened during that time.”

Grace nodded. She’d rather have her memories of her childhood with Faith, anyway.

A male, tall and broad, entered the room. He had shaggy black hair, sharp features, and nearly translucent green eyes. There was something very compelling and familiar about him, but Grace couldn’t quite place him.

“Sam.” Emma straightened. “I thought you were resting.”

Resting? A guy with a body like that didn’t rest much. Oh, Grace was mated, not dead.

Sam ran a hand through his thick hair. “I can’t stop the dreams. It’s too much, Emma.” He nodded at Grace. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” Then he tilted his head, and his eyes flashed aqua and then back to green. “You’re a Key.”

Grace took a step back, while Emma slowly turned her head. “Grace? This is Sam. He’s Zane and Logan’s middle brother. Sam, this is Grace, Adare’s mate and Faith’s sister. What is a Key?”

Adare entered the room at that moment. “A Key? What? For like a door?” He slipped an arm over Grace’s shoulders and hauled her into his side. Since they’d landed, there hadn’t been any time just for the two of them. He’d said what she’d thought he’d said in the helicopter, right? Or had she been dreaming?

“Right. For a door.” Emma looked at Sam, her expression contemplative.

Adare turned to Sam. “You know, you should come with us today. We’re just going to explore mountains and maybe do some skiing. It’d probably be good for you to spend some time with your brother.”

“He is,” Emma interjected. “He’s staying with Zane.”

“Your other brother,” Adare said, his smile not quite right. “I’m sure Logan misses you.”

Sam hadn’t looked away from Grace. “Yeah, okay. I wouldn’t mind skiing with Logan for a while.”

Emma frowned. “I’m psychic, you know. Sometimes.”

Grace leaned around Adare to look at the queen. “What are your abilities telling you right now?”

“Nothing.” The frown deepened.

“Welcome to the club,” Grace murmured, wondering what in the world was going on.

Adare leaned down and kissed her, his lips firm and delicious. Then he released her. “Oh. I have good news.”

“About Rose?” Grace’s breath caught.