POV: Tybalt Capulet

"You know who he is," I said quietly, the words scraping raw from my throat. "You know exactly who he is, and you're still choosing to stand with him."

Juliana's chin lifted with the stubborn determination I'd seen countless times throughout our childhood—the same expression she'd worn when defending injured animals or standing up to pack bullies who thought her gentle nature made her weak.

"I know who he is," she said steadily. "And I know who I am when I'm with ...