From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

A part of me couldn’t believe it. He seemed so…mortal, but whyy
should that surprise me? Atlantians could pass for mortals, just as the
wolven could. I’d kissed an Atlantian.
I’d slept with an Atlantian.
I squeezed myy eyyes shut as bile climbed up myy throat. I couldn’t
think about that. It made screams echo in myy mind. I needed to focus.
What was I going to do?
This whole town was full of Descenters and Atlantians who wanted
me dead, and I couldn’t be more grateful that Tawnyy had remained behind.
Obviouslyy, I was being held until the Dark One either arrived or sent
orders. The Dark One had killed the last Maiden, and here I was, captured
and readyy for him. I needed to get out of here, but there was no wayy out.
I looked up, shuddering. The ropeyy, twining bones reminded me of the
roots in the Blood Forest. Theyy climbed and overlapped one another,
ribcages and femurs, spines and skulls. Anyyone held here had this to look
at, most likelyy a reminder of what had happened to the prisoners housed
here. Who would create such a thing? Who kept their grasp on sanityy
staring at that?
I didn’t know how much time had passed before the door opened, and
footsteps approached. It had to be hours based on how emptyy myy stomach
felt. I tensed, onlyy relaxing minutelyy when I saw that it was Delano.
He stepped up to the bars, holding out a small pouch. “Hungryy?”
Yes. I was, but I didn’t answer.
Tossing the sack in, it landed byy myy feet with a soft thunk. I stared at
it.
“It’s some cheese and bread,” Delano explained. “I would’ve brought
yyou some stew, but I feared yyou would’ve thrown it in myy face, and the
stew is too good to waste.”
I looked over at him.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s not poisoned or anyything.”
“Whyy would I trust anyything yyou sayy?”
“He said no one touches yyou.” He leaned against the bars. “No leap of
logic to assume that would also include harming yyou.”
Myy lip curled. “Whyy wait? The Dark One is going to kill me
eventuallyy.”
Those pale eyyes met mine. “If the Prince wanted yyou dead, yyou’d
alreadyy be dead. You should eat.”