The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

She found it curious that only men were stripped of their coats, their privacy laid bare, while women sailed through unchecked.

Curiosity tugged at her, but before she could delve deeper, Winston’s voice reached her ears.

“Don’t Linger.

It’s our turn.

”

The bodyguard, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, examined their credentials.

A flicker of recognition passed through his gaze, then with a curt nod, he ushered them aboard.

But as Hannah stepped onto the opulent deck, a familiar face, half-hidden in the crowd, sent a jolt through her.

Her brow furrowed, a memory stirring at the edge of her consciousness.

“What is it?” Winston asked, his voice laced with concern.

“What did you see?”

For a moment, the figure seemed to be Caleb.

narrowed

Caleb vanished in a

the crisp, polite inquiry of a

madam, please allow

He held out his hand with

handing over

the waiter announced, “Your rooms are on the third floor, if you’ll please follow

”

to check the rooms

firm as a ship’s

into the shimmering elevator, the

onto the ship was like entering a floating Xanadu, a

wasn’t merely a ship; it was a leviathan of luxury, a castle

two-floored haven of plush cushions and opulent

French windows, the sea danced, a tapestry of shimmering turquoise and emerald, casting the

felt akin to inhabiting a submerged palace, one where the tide lapped at

first five floors,” the waiter explained, his tone both deferential and informative, “are for our

floor houses the spa sanctuary, where

embrace

of aquatic delights, while the ninth floor has our other

offers a curated emporium for those with discerning