" Stanton touched her lightly. He was no longer an invitus. He had gone freely to the Atrox, but he had never lost his love for Serena. He had kept that feeling safe inside him.
He spoke into her dreams. I will have you.
She murmured against her pillow and her amulet shot a barrage of rainbows across the room.
"So you can sense that I am a threat now." He smiled wickedly. "I'm not, sweet one." She would be so easy to take. The real danger had always been from him. And now he had marked her. No one else could harm her.
"Tu es dea, filia lunae," he whispered.
He could wait. Her gift only lasted until she was seventeen. Then she would be his. "

― Lynne Ewing , The Sacrifice (Daughters of the Moon, #5)