"Where the hell were you, Priscilla?" His body pins me to the bathroom wall, one hand slammed by my head. "On the ice," I whisper. "I didn't see you." "It's a big rink." "It's not that big." His gaze drops to the lace mask still clutched in my fist and his jaw locks. "Are you who I think you are?" **** My nineteenth birthday came with a middle finger from hell: a $40,000 hospital bill for my dad, and a boyfriend with his tongue down someone else's throat. And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I saw my dorm room assignment > Knox Ryder. He's six-foot-three of pure arrogance sculpted like an ice-god and my personal nightmare. He treats me like dirt on his skates and calls me pathetic every chance he gets. But he has no idea he’s already obsessed with me. By day, I'm Priscilla Connell, the broke skater fighting to keep her father alive. But by night, I'm the masked goddess men drop thousands just to watch. And my number-one bidder? Freaking Knox Ryder. The guy who slams the door in my face at sunrise is the same one begging me for one more touch at midnight. But the second he rips off my mask and discovers the truth? He won't just ruin me. He'll be the reason I never skate on SilverBlade's Ice again.