They didn’t know the full truth, and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t like her plan. She’d seen pictures of herself before she’d gone into a coma. She had looked lively and fun and extroverted. Had she completely lost that woman?

Memories of her childhood, teenage years, and early adulthood had slowly returned, but the night she was injured, she couldn’t remember. In fact, the months leading up to that night were hazy and only came back in spurts, often right after awakening.

Right now, her stomach ached and her head throbbed with a low pulse of pain, her constant companion since her health had started spiraling down.

Her phone dinged, and she pulled into the parking area of a community park to answer. “Hello?”

“Hey, sis. Just checking in,” Faith said.

Grace winced. “Everything is fine. How’s the Baltic?”

“Amazing and beautiful. You really should’ve come with us,” Faith said, sounding relaxed and happy. “Speaking of which, Adare called and said you’re on the way to Realm headquarters. I’m flying home with the queen and will meet you tomorrow.”

Grace froze. “You’re coming home early?”

“Yeah. Something’s up and Dage has to return home, so Emma, Ronan, and I are going, too. Before you ask, the king doesn’t share, and I have no idea what’s happening. Could be anything.”

King Dage Kayrs had always been an intimidating figure, and Grace was fine not hanging in his inner circle. “It’ll be good to see you.” Relief filled her that she’d get the appointment with Emma sooner rather than later. Her energy was definitely ebbing and not returning. “I’m glad you’re coming home.”

“Me too. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Grace lied. She never should’ve let Faith know that her mating mark was fading. It was a darn good thing she hadn’t mentioned the broken wrist. She’d come clean when they were in the same room once again. “Don’t worry.”

“If you’re fine, why do you want to meet with Emma next week?” Faith’s voice held a mix of irritation and sisterly concern.

Grace flipped on the windshield wipers as the snow began to pile up. She might as well tell Faith some of the truth. “I’m going to take the virus and end this mating.” She’d been getting weaker and weaker for about a year, and she’d rather make the transition happen more quickly so she could get on with her life. “It’s my choice, Faith. I don’t want to argue about it.”