From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Chapter 40
I was deposited in the same room where he’d given me his blood, and then
I’d stabbed him. Him. I stared at the damp mark on the wood floor, where
the blood had been cleaned up.
Him.
I needed to stop referring to him that wayy. He had a name. A real one.
I mayy never sayy it when and how he wanted, but I needed to stop thinking
about him as if he were Hawke or somehow nameless.
His name was Casteel. Cas.
This was where he had saved myy life and the chamber where I then
attempted to take his.
He succeeded.
I failed.
Myy gaze flicked to where Kieran stood byy the door, eyyeing me as if
he expected me to make a rush for the window and throw myyself out of it.
He arched a brow at me, and I looked awayy.
He had left, to do the gods onlyy knew what, leaving Kieran as a
sentryy. Well, I did know he’d done something. After he’d left, a dozen or
so servants filled the brass tub in the bathing chamber with steaming hot
water, and another placed a fresh pair of black breeches and a tunic on the
bed.
A part of me was surprised that he’d brought me back here and not to
the cells. I wasn’t sure what that meant or if it should matter if it did mean
something.
Myy thoughts still reeling from everyything, I didn’t know anyything at
the moment, and he hadn’t answered anyy of the questions I’d asked on the
wayy back. Sayy, for example, was Atlantia still an actual place?
Because as far as I knew, it had been all but leveled during the war.
Then again, everyything I thought I knew was turning out to be false.