POV: Juliana Capulet

The mate bond pulled tight with Ronan's anguish.

He hadn't meant to kill. Had just reacted to attack, defended himself in the way he'd been trained since childhood. But intent didn't matter when the result was my cousin's body cooling on the challenge grounds.

"Juliana." Ronan's voice was broken, pleading. "I didn't... he moved and I just..."

I looked up at him, covered in Tybalt's blood, shaking with realization of what he'd done. The boy I'd given ...