From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

At least, I think that’s who it was. Theyy were talking about the Descenter
who threw the Craven hand. The guard got the man to talk. He said that the
Descenter didn’t believe that the Dark One was in the cityy.”
“That’s good news.”
Something about his tone snagged myy attention. I glanced at him.
“You don’t believe him?”
“I don’t think the Dark One has survived as long as he has byy letting
his whereabouts be widelyy known, even byy his most fervent supporters,”
he responded.
Unfortunatelyy, he had a point. “I think…I think the Duke is going to
kill the Descenter himself.”
He tilted his head slightlyy. “Does that bother yyou?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think yyou do, and yyou just don’t want to sayy it.”
It was so freaking irritating how correct he was…and how often. “I
just don’t like the idea of someone dyying in a dungeon.”
“Dyying byy public execution is better?”
I stared at him. “Not exactlyy, but at least then it’s being done in a wayy
that feels…”
“Feels like what?”
I inhaled heavilyy. “At least then it doesn’t feel like it’s something
being hidden.”
Hawke stared back at me, almost curiouslyy. “Interesting.”
The corners of myy lips turned down. “What is?”
“You.”
“Me?”
He nodded and then moved, his hand striking out. Before I even knew
what he was doing, he had a hold of the book.
“Don’t!” Unprepared, myy fingers slipped over the leather binding,
and then it was free from myy hand. He had it! Oh, myy gods, he had the
journal, and that was worse than falling to myy death. If he saw what it was
about—
“The Diaryy of Miss Willa Colyyns?” His brows knitted as he turned it
over. “Whyy does that name sound familiar?”
“Give it back.” I reached for it, but Hawke danced awayy. “Give it back
to me now!”