After the rough day she’d had, Juliet was no longer the picture of beauty she’d been on her deathbed. Her hair was limp and plastered to her forehead with sweat, a halo of frizz looped around her crown, her clothes were tattered and caked with mud, and her eyes drooped with exhaustion. She …show more content…
Agonized moans would sound from down dark alleyways and inside the shelter of buildings, and Juliet would flinch each time they hit her ears. This place put her more on edge than any other area of Hell she’d encountered thus far. She wouldn’t have dared to come even close to it if she hadn’t been in search of Romeo. It was hard to imagine Romeo in a place like this, and the thought of what he could possibly be going through right now made Juliet’s throat feel tight. She had to find him. The longer she spent dallying around, the longer Romeo would have to go through whatever torture was being inflicted on …show more content…
The city was eerily quiet here, like it was the epicenter of all the pain and chaos surrounding it. Tybalt’s feet slowed to a halt, and Juliet slowed her pace as well, head turning so she could see the empty square around her. Juliet got the itching feeling she was a sitting duck right now, like there was something out there watching her and waiting for a chance to pounce. Tybalt seemed to feel the same, as Juliet saw his hand wander toward his side, where his sword would be if he had