" Mine, whispered my Mori as it curled up like a cat after a bowl of milk. Ours, I corrected it, finally understanding my demon’s possessiveness toward its mate. An invisible cord stretched between Nikolas and me, and through it I felt love, a touch of humor, and desire. It filled me with a sense of completeness and intimacy I’d never known was possible. My "

― Karen Lynch , Rogue (Relentless, #3)