I didn’t even get a chance to knock on the Delta Epsilon door before it opened. On the other side, all alone, was Jake Hamilton. The skinny underclassman who’d invited me to that first frat party. Who’d tried to warn me about Logan’s strange fascination.

But something was different. The tone of his skin was strange, pale, and there was a sharp but somehow unsteady glint in his eye that wasn’t a reflection of the snow or the house’s bright lights. I stared in horror, ...