MIKA
Channing and I are almost running as we head to the side of the ship to board the lifeboats. He keeps a firm grip on my hand, guiding me through the maze of corridors, and I'm impressed by his knowledge of where to go; he appears to have done his research on this ship.
We are still rushing when I hear the thundering roar of footsteps that causes me to look back, only for my eyes to widen as I see a swarm of people approaching, frantic and desperate, and my own heart slams against my ribs.
“It’s alright,” Channing says, almost like he can sense my racing heart as he gently tugs on my hand, encouraging me to move ahead. “You’ll be on the boat before they catch up.” I nod, doing my best to keep up with his calm demeanor, but my heart is racing way too fast.
Channing had a feeling thi
