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.

eyes narrowed

phantom Caleb vanished in

polite inquiry of a well-dressed

allow

held out his hand with a

first, handing over their tickets

scan of the confirmations, the waiter announced, “Your rooms are on

”

go to check the rooms

Winston’s voice, firm as a ship’s anchor, tugged

trailed after him into the shimmering elevator, the world shrinking to the confines of its gleaming metal

a floating Xanadu, a glittering

a ship; it was a leviathan of luxury, a castle of chrome and glass

two-floored haven of plush cushions and opulent

a tapestry of shimmering turquoise and emerald, casting the space in an

where the tide lapped at the

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

sixth floor houses the spa sanctuary, where tranquility reigns

floor invites you to embrace the Zen spirit

playground of aquatic delights,

offers a curated emporium for those with discerning tastes