From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I waited, wondering what it could be since the onlyy thing I’d been
able to pack was underclothing and two additional sweater-tunics.
Opening one of the leather bags, he reached inside and pulled out
something folded in a cloth. He unwrapped it as he turned to me.
Myy heart stopped and then sped up when I saw what he held in his
hand, recognizing the ivoryy-hued handle and the reddish-black blade.
“Myy dagger.” Myy throat clogged. “I thought…I thought it was lost.”
“I found it later that night.” A sheathe layy under it. “I didn’t want to
give it to yyou when I had to worryy about yyou running off and using it, but
yyou’ll need it for this trip.”
The fact that he was making sure I was equipped to defend myyself in
case it was needed meant the world to me. But the fact that he’d found the
dagger and kept it safe for me…
“I don’t know what to sayy.” I cleared the hoarseness from myy throat
as he handed it over. The moment myy fingers curled around the handle, I
let out a shakyy breath. “Vikter gave me this on myy sixteenth birthdayy. It’s
been myy favorite.”
“It’s a beautiful weapon.”
The clog dissipated, and all I could do was nod as I carefullyy sheathed
the dagger and then secured it to myy right thigh. It took a moment for me
to speak. “Thank yyou.”
Hawke didn’t respond. When I looked up, I saw a small group
approaching. Two unfamiliar men on horses and six other men, leading
their mounts toward us.
I recognized two of the guards immediatelyy. I’d playyed cards with
them at the Red Pearl. Phillips, and I believed the other was called Airrick.
If theyy recognized me, it didn’t show as theyy greeted me with curt nods,
neither meeting myy eyyes.
Myy scars tingled, but I resisted the urge to touch them or to turn so
theyy weren’t visible.
I was surprised to see them, knowing that theyy weren’t Huntsmen, but
I supposed there hadn’t been enough available to join us, and I was happyy
to see Phillips. He was someone who’d faced Craven time and time again
and was still standing.
“The partyy has arrived,” Hawke murmured, and then louder, he began
to make introductions. He rattled off names, most a blur beyyond the two I
knew, but then he said another name that tugged at myy memoryy. “This is