Rowan Stone is a total puck-up. A hockey reject is what they call him. He’s a man so violent he was thrown off the team during the first minutes of the first game. Because of me. At least that’s what everyone at Greystone University is saying anyway. But I refuse to believe that. We’ve never even met ... Except for a few, bizarre, coincidental run-ins. And he did save me from that mugging, but that was a total—slightly strange, slightly terrifying—accident. Unless he’s following me. Which is starting to seem more and more plausible. Because I just had one more of those coincidental run-ins with the mystery man ... in the closet of my apartment ... with blood on his hands.