POV: Ronan Montague

Juliana died for nothing.

That thought burned through my mind as I stood in the library, staring at Sebastian Sterling's evidence spread across the table. Documents proving that her death wasn't tragic fate or the inevitable consequence of a forbidden bond.

It was murder. Calculated, orchestrated, designed specifically to break me.

"Ronan." Helena touched my arm carefully. "We need to move. King Alexander's soldiers are securing the campus for tomorrow's ball. If we're ...