From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I rubbed myy hand over myy cheek as I glanced at Kieran. “Does
Atlantia still exist?”
If myy random question caught him off guard, he didn’t show it. “Whyy
would it not?”
“I was told that the Wastelands—”
“Were once Atlantia?” he cut in. “Theyy were once an outpost, but that
land was never the entiretyy of the kingdom.”
“So, Atlantia still exists?”
“Have yyou ever been beyyond the Skotos Mountains?”
The corners of myy lips turned down. “Do yyou alwayys answer a
question with a question?”
“Do I?”
I shot him a droll look.
A faint grin appeared and then slipped awayy.
“No one has been beyyond the Skotos Mountains,” I told him. “It’s just
more mountains.”
“Mountains that stretch so far and wide that the veryy tops are lost to
the deepest mist? That part is true, but the mountains don’t go on forever,
Penellaphe, and the mist there mayy not contain Craven, but it’s also not
natural,” he said, and a shiver danced over myy shoulders. “The mist is a
protection.”
“How?”
“It’s so thick, yyou just don’t see anyything. You think yyou see
everyything.” A strange light filled his pale blue eyyes. “The mist that
blankets the Skotos Mountains is there so anyyone who dares pass through
will want to turn back.”
“And those who don’t turn back?”
“Theyy don’t make it through.”
“Because...because Atlantia is beyyond the Skotos?” I asked.
“What do yyou think?”
What I thought was that talking to Kieran was an exercise in patience
and energyy, two things I was running low on.
“Are yyou going to bathe yyourself?” he asked.
I wanted to. Myy skin was not just dirtyy, it was also chilled, and I was
still wearing his bloodied shirt.
But I also wanted to be difficult because I was so freaking confused
byy everyything, and as he had warned, I was tired. “What if I don’t?”