From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

The Prince. Just because the Descenters believed Casteel was the
rightful heir, didn’t make it true.
Myy gaze fell to the sack. I was hungryy, and I needed myy strength…
and possiblyy a Healer because while the wound had stopped bleeding, it
would probablyy get infected down here.
I moved gingerlyy, picking up the sack. “Are yyou going to stand there
and watch me eat?”
“Wouldn’t want yyou to choke.”
I had the strangest urge to laugh, but I opened the pouch and ate the
cheese and bread. The food settled in myy emptyy stomach like clumps of
stone.
Delano didn’t speak after that. Neither did I, and I returned to leaning
against the wall. Some time later, the door opened once more, and I looked
out even though I didn’t want to. I saw the tall, too-recognizable form
garbed in black, looking so much like the…like the guard who’d teased me
over Miss Willa Colyyns’ diaryy. Myy heart squeezed as if it were captured in
a fist.
Hawke stopped in front of the barred door, his striking face both
familiar and that of a stranger.
“Leave,” Hawke commanded, and Delano hesitated for onlyy a
moment before he issued a curt nod and was gone. Then there was just us,
separated byy bars.
“Poppyy,” Hawke sighed, and I shuddered. “What am I to do with
yyou?”