" Why would I joke about sin?" The urge to cross her over became a sweet and intense pain.
"Because you think it's cool or something." She glanced up at him and smiled, then caught his eyes and started as if she had finally seen the danger there.
He loved the fear he now saw on her face. He wanted to turn that fear into jagged terror.
"Sin and suffer," he whispered and brushed her hair away from her neck, exposing the rapid pulse of vein.
She sucked in air and took a quick step backward, her hand smoothing her throat.
He wanted her to turn and run. Above all, he enjoyed the chase. "

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