C9 ICE NINE: NOTHING LIKE MY FANTASY.

MADISON'S POV:

My world screeched to a halt.

Nobody was dying. Instead, someone was having the time of their life.

Platinum hair cascaded down bare shoulders as a woman moved rhythmically atop a figure I couldn't see. The sounds that had sent me racing down the hall—those desperate, choking gasps—weren't distressed at all. They were something else entirely