"he teaches a class on serial killers. I am one. So yeah.....this is awkward." She transfers to an English university to study criminology. But at night? She becomes the kind of killer they warn students about. Then she walks into the wrong room and meets a cocky bastard of a student. But oh how wrong she was about that statement. Said student is not a student at all but her professor. And here's where it gets more interesting. Not only is he just her professor but he's lecturing her murders. He watches her too closely. She knows too much. And one of them is getting obsessed... maybe both. Secrets don't stay buried. And neither do feelings that should've stayed forbidden. THIS STORY CONTAINS • explicit language • sexual / mature content • violence •drug use