The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

It felt like Hannah was being yanked from the depths of the sea.

She struggled to pry open her eyelids, reaching out toward the shadowy figure.

“Hannah! Wake up!”

In his formal suit, Bryson stormed into the bathroom, scooping Hannah out of the tub without a second thought.

Water droplets clung to Hannah’s cheek as Bryson cradled her in his arms.

She weakly rested her head against his arm, unresponsive to his calls.

Droplets continued to trickle from her damp hair, her wrist limp at her side.

Despite Bryson’s urgent pleas, she remained still.

“Hannah! Wake up!”

Realizing his efforts were in vain, Bryson checked for her breath, relieved to find she still breathed on her own.

He swiftly lifted her from the tub.

on the bed, he prepared to

“Help… me…”

grasped her arm,

you

if she was reaching for

hand as if

“Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!”

her body as her

her, stroking her back, giving her room to

vision cleared and she realized the warmth around her, a sense of

she gained her bearings, she

she tensed, ready to

to rise was thwarted

sharp as she looked up at

water droplets still glistening on

could kill,

flushed as she realized

“Clothes.