From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Kieran. He came from the capital with me and is familiar with the road we
must travel.”
It was the guard who’d knocked on the door the night at the Red
Pearl. It was like a reunion, I thought as I finallyy got to see him. He looked
to be about the same age as Hawke, his dark hair trimmed close to the
skull. His eyyes were a striking shade of pale blue, reminding me of the skyy
during winter, a startling contrast to his warm, beige skin, reminding me
of Tawnyy.
“A pleasure to meet yyou,” Kieran said as he mounted his horse.
“Same,” I murmured, noting that he had the same slight accent as
Hawke, a lilt I still couldn’t place.
He looked toward Hawke, the angles of his face sharp and more than
pleasing to the eyye. “We need to be on our wayy if we have anyy hope of
crossing the plains byy nightfall.”
Hawke turned to me. “Readyy?”
I glanced west, toward the center of Masadonia. Castle Teerman
reached high above the Lower Ward and the Citadel, a sprawling structure
of stone and glass, of beautiful memories and haunting nightmares.
Somewhere in there, Tawnyy roamed, and the Duchess assumed control of
the cityy. Somewhere in there, myy present had become the past. I turned to
the Rise. Somewhere out there, myy future awaited.