Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi

I thought of Mal and the Darkling’s threats. “No,” I said hollowly. “Of course
not.”
I knew she didn’t believe me, but her brow cleared, and she smiled her soft,
beautiful smile at me. She looked like a painted icon of a Saint, her hair a
burnished copper halo. She rose, and as I walked with her to the flap of the tent,
the stag’s dark eyes loomed up in my mind, the eyes I saw every night in my
dreams.
“For what it’s worth,” I said, “tell David I forgive him.” And I forgive you too,
I added silently. I meant it. I knew what it was to want to belong.
“I will,” she said quietly. She turned and disappeared into the night, but not
before I saw that her lovely eyes were full of tears.