POV: Juliana Capulet

Classes were torture.

I sat in Advanced Pack Politics, trying to focus on Professor Martinez's lecture about territorial negotiations while the mate bond hummed constantly in the background of my awareness. Every time Ronan shifted in his seat three rows behind me, I felt it. Every time his emotions spiked with stress or amusement or boredom, the bond carried that information to me like we were connected by invisible strings.

How was I supposed to act normal ...