“I’m Myles. 21. Bartender by day, fighter by night. I don’t talk much—words aren’t my thing unless they’re laced with sarcasm. Hazel eyes, black hair, tattoos, and enough piercings to make my mother sigh. I keep my circle tight, loyalty’s my only real virtue. Emotions? Locked up. People say I’m charismatic, but I just know how to read a room. Oh, and I’ve got a problem—I’m in love with my girlfriend’s sister. So yeah… I’m a walking disaster.”