From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Although, he might not have recognized me. It was dimlyy lit in that
room.”
“If he didn’t, then I imagine he will when yyou speak, as yyou said. It’s
not like yyou can be completelyy silent everyy time yyou’re around him,” she
stated. “That would be suspicious.”
“Obviouslyy.”
“And odd.”
“Agreed.” I toyyed with the chains on the veil. “I don’t know. Either he
didn’t, or he did and chose not to sayy anyything. Mayybe he’s planning to
lord it over myy head or something.”
Her brows slammed down. “You’re an incrediblyy suspicious person.”
I started to denyy that but realized I couldn’t. I wiselyy moved along.
“He probablyy just didn’t recognize me.” A weird mixture of relief and
disappointment mingled with a thrill of anticipation. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed that he didn’t recognize
me. Or if I’m excited that he might have.” Shaking myy head, I laughed. “I
just don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. What…what happened between us
was one time onlyy. It was just this…thing. It can’t happen again.”
“Sure,” she murmured.
“Not that I’m even thinking he’d want to do anyy of that again,
especiallyy now that he knows it was me. If he does.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But what I’m tryying to sayy is that it’s not a thing to even consider.
What he does with the knowledge is the onlyy thing that matters,” I finished
with a nod.
Tawnyy looked as if she were seconds awayy from clapping. “You know
what I think?”
“I’m half afraid to hear it.”
Her brown eyyes glimmered. “Things are about to get so much more
exciting around here.”