C77 ICE SEVENTY-SEVEN: A KINDNESS THAT CHOKES.

MADISON'S POV:

I’d taken it without thinking. We were all rushing. The players were about to step out. I’d meant to hand it to one of the assistants.

Seconds later, Thane emerged. Sweaty, amped up, that pre-game focus making his eyes sharp. He had caught my arm, thirsty and distracted, taking the water and drinking the content.

But that man. The one who'd handed me the water