The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

Setting down her bag, she approached the window and slid it open.

The gentle sea breeze lifted the gauzy curtains, while the wooden window frames bore unique island characteristics.

The room bore the distinct ambiance of the island, tailored to its perpetually damp climate.

Once the fragrance of the air freshener faded, a subtle scent of the sea permeated the air, characteristic of the island’s coastal surroundings.

The bed in the room felt slightly damp, likely due to the island’s humid conditions.

However, a moisture trap had been provided to mitigate this issue, ensuring a comfortable stay.

The thoughtful accommodations left her feeling appreciative.

If she were on vacation, she would have considered it an excellent destination.

Despite the inviting surroundings, she found herself unable to fully enjoy them at the moment.

Hannah, on high alert, carefully inspected every corner of the room, even checking under the bed.

before, she had developed a habit of thorough

surveillance equipment in

a

the absence of any surveillance devices, Hannah couldn’t shake off her unease; instead,

the bathroom, intending to wash her hands, but recoiled in shock when she turned on the tap- dark red water gushed out, splattering the pristine white basin like

sight, she forced herself

she scooped up a

r and sniffed it.

the sound

realized it was not blood

interrupted by a

off the tap and approached

hotel staff member stood outside and said gently, “Madam, if you already had a

was startled to see the dark

she asked, visibly

casually, “I wanted to wash