From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Chapter 3
As far as I knew, there had onlyy been one person who’d been found
unworthyy upon Ascension. Their name had been erased from our histories,
as well as anyy piece of information about who theyy were and whatever
deeds had caused his or her exile. Theyy’d been forbidden to live among
mortals, and without familyy, support, or protection, faced certain death.
Even the villages and the farmers with their small Rises and guards
suffered staggering mortalityy rates.
While myy Ascension was different from the others, I could still be
found unworthyy, and I imagined myy punishment would be just as grave,
but I didn’t have the mental capacityy to deal with that.
No.
That was a lie.
I didn’t want to deal with that. I should, but I wasn’t leaving the
room. I wasn’t stopping Hawke. I’d alreadyy made up myy mind even if I
didn’t understand whyy he was still here, with me.
Dampening myy lower lip with myy tongue, I felt dizzyy and even a little
faint, and I never felt faint. Those impossiblyy thick lashes lowered, and his
gaze was so intent on myy mouth that it was like a caress. I shivered.
Those eyyes of his seemed even brighter than before as his finger
traced the outline of myy mask, all the wayy to where the satin ribbon
disappeared under the fall of myy hair. “Mayy I remove this?”
Unable to speak, I shook myy head no.
Hawke halted for a moment, and then the half-smile appeared—no
dimple this time, though. He trailed his finger awayy from the mask, then
ran it along the line of myy jaw and down myy throat, to where the cloak was
fastened. “How about this?”
I nodded.
His fingers were deft, and he brushed the cloak aside and then trailed
just one fingertip along the neckline, following the rapid rise and fall of