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 perform

“Help… me…”

her arm, drawing her

you hear

as if she was reaching for the

hand as if pulling

“Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!”

her body as

her, stroking her back, giving her room

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

bearings, she found herself wrapped tightly

she tensed, ready

urge to rise was thwarted by the firm grip on

gaze turned sharp as she looked up at the

met her gaze, water droplets still glistening

could kill, you

Hannah’s cheeks flushed as she realized

“Clothes.