From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Chapter 16
The dagger. Damn it. I’d forgotten that he’d seen the knife at the Red
Pearl. Gods, how could I forget that? I jerked the blade awayy, but it was
too late.
And it was also a mistake.
Hawke’s other hand moved lightning-quick, catching the wrist of the
hand that held the weapon. “You and I have so much to talk about.”
“We have nothing to talk about,” I snapped, irritated at myyself for
making not one, not two, but three incrediblyy foolish moves. And beyyond
frustrated with Hawke because he’d gained the upper hand.
“She speaks!” He widened his eyyes in false shock and then dipped his
chin, causing me to tense. “I thought yyou liked to talk, Princess.” He
paused. “Or is that onlyy when yyou’re at the Red Pearl?”
I said nothing to that.
“You’re not going to pretend that yyou have no idea what I’m talking
about, are yyou?” he asked. “That yyou’re not her?”
I pulled on myy arms. “Let me go.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He turned sharplyy, and suddenlyy, myy back and
the bow were against the stone wall of the Rise. The contact sent a dull
wave of fire over myy healing back, but he pressed in, caging myy bodyy with
his. There was barelyy an inch between us. “After all we shared? You throw
a dagger at myy face?”
“All we shared? It was a handful of minutes and a few kisses,” I said,
and the truth of that struck me with startling clarityy. That was all we’d
shared. Gods, I was so…sheltered. Because in myy limited experience, it
had become…so much more to me. The wake-up call that it was onlyy a
few kisses was utterlyy brutal.
“It was more than a few kisses.” His voice dropped low. “If yyou’ve
forgotten, I’m more than willing to remind yyou.”