From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Toeing off myy slippers, I looked over at her. “Of course.”
“Good.” Her gaze drifted to the window, to where the torches now
burned brightlyy in the darkness. “There’ll be a lot of black flags raised
tomorrow.”
There would be. Each house that had lost a son, a father, a husband, or
friend would raise the flag in memoriam. Commander Jansen would visit
each and everyy one of them over the next dayy or so. Manyy pyyres would be
lit.
And I feared that some of those who’d bravelyy faced down the Craven
tonight would return to their homes or the dorms, bitten. It happened everyy
time after an attack.
I plopped down on the bed, catching the scent of burnt wood in myy
hair. Before I could sayy anyything else, there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it.” Tawnyy rose, and I didn’t stop her, figuring it was Vikter
or another Royyal Guard checking on us. As she made her wayy over, I
gripped the edge of myy braid, quicklyy unraveling it as I heard Tawnyy open
the door and sayy, “The Maiden is sleeping—”
“Doubtful.”
Heart slamming against myy ribs, I jumped up from the bed and spun
around just as Hawke came through the door. Myy mouth dropped open,
mirroring Tawnyy’s expression.
Hawke kicked the door shut behind him. “It’s time for that talk,
Princess.”