C38 ICE THIRTY-EIGHT: PANIC MODE.

THANE’S POV:

What the hell was I supposed to do with a passed-out girl in an apartment that looked like a crime scene to my OCD-riddled brain?

“Of course. Karma finally caught up with me,” I muttered as I lowered Madison onto the chair, gagging, my eyes watering from the stench.

Luckily, I'd caught her in a way that kept her clean, but me? looked like a daycare casualty—slimed, stained