She absolutely could not acknowledge Arlo.

Revealing her identity would make all her efforts to stay hidden meaningless, especially since she was about to cut ties with her past.

Their hands briefly touched.

Arlo studied the woman in front of him, her skin clear and sun-kissed, smooth as ice with no scars.

Was she not his master?

Had he mistaken her for someone else?

"Arlo, right? Do you want proof? How can you possibly prove anything? Are your eyes better ...