Andrew led Shiloh toward the car, with Michael trailing behind. As they walked, Shiloh turned her head for one last look at the worn-down monastery.

Her voice was soft as she mumbled, "Perhaps I won't be coming back here again."

Andrew chuckled. "If you ever decide to return, I can have the entire place renovated for you. I'll get a team to rebuild it, plant some trees and flowers, and turn it into a beautiful retreat—maybe even a landmark in Jayrodale."

Shiloh shook her head. "No need. I have no attachment to this place."

Michael, unable to hold back his curiosity, blurted, "Mas—Uh… Shiloh, can you take off your veil?"

He had almost called her "Master" again. That would have earned him another slap for sure.

Shiloh remained indifferent. "No one is allowed to see my face. Especially men. If any man sees my real face, I'll kill him."

Michael frowned. "Seriously? Just one look, and you'd kill someone? What are you, the queen of some ancient empire?"

Shiloh cast him a col