They call him the Viking. Cold, blond, brutal. The name suits him. Erik Sorensen, the towering GU football superstar, is a man of few words. Or so most people think. That’s the reason none of our friends realize we’ve been in a bitter conflict for two years. I don’t speak to him. Or look at him. Or acknowledge him. So the last thing I would ever do is move in with him. But that’s exactly what I’m being forced to do. There’s a killer on the loose called Casanova, and one day I see too much. I’m not safe… if I ever was. But what no one seems to understand is that the Viking is dangerous, too. Especially for me. Because he wants more than I’m willing to give. And now there’s nothing to stop him from taking it.