POV: Tybalt Capulet

The challenge grounds were empty at dawn.

I arrived first, wanting time to prepare myself for what was coming. The grass was still wet with dew, the air cold enough to see my breath. Perfect conditions for a fight. The chill would keep our heads clear, make the violence feel more real.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Juliana again, the fifteenth call since last night. I sent it to voicemail without looking. Whatever she wanted to say, ...