“Heh,” Tyler smiled. “I wouldn’t call myself a danger magnet, but my circumstances aren’t completely what you might call normal.”
A little voice in the back of his mind told him to stop right there and shut up. He wasn’t about to let the Sons’ secret slip just because the girl he was talking to was charming. Salem witch hunts, anyone? Of course, the others would kill him before any crazy mob of ordinary people even got close.