17 Chapter 17 : Bad Luck

*Shelby*

“Get your ass to bed before I throw you off my ship.”

I fumbled for the doorknob at my back, and the door swung open behind me, almost causing me to trip backward inside. Michael followed me into the room a few seconds later, leaving Todd out in the hall.

I thought that this was probably for the best because Michael looked like he really might throw Todd over the side of the ship.

Michael locked the door behind him, and I made my way to the bed and sat down, trying to catch my breath. I felt safer with Michale here.

He came over to me and placed his hands on each side of my face looking into my eyes. Worry swam in his, and I nearly pulled his mouth to mine.

“Did he hurt you? Shelby, you have to tell me if he hurt you.”

“I’m fine, really. I’m just a little shaken up, but I will be okay.”