Chapter 21

Mia

How did I know that? I could even remember the taste of jam made from alpine strawberries picked under the summer sun’s warmth. That was an awful lot of information for someone who didn’t know her own name or where she came from. Wait. Alpine strawberries.

“Alpine means mountains, doesn’t it?” I asked the man, Liam—must be nice to know your own name.

“Yes, why?” He bent and tested the water with his fingers. “Perfect.” He picked up a wooden box and opened it. “These are the salts that the alpha was talking about. They are good for aches and pains. The healer makes them.”

Alpha? Healer? They weren’t terms I expected to be hearing, but just because I could say what kind jam I liked didn’t mean I remembered all the words I knew. I decided not to ask. For the moment. “Oh, I just was thinking of alpine strawberries made into jam and thought maybe I came from the mountains somewhere.”

“Could be.” He stood up. “I don’t want to leave you alone while you bathe. Because you were dizzy, were