"Oh no you fucking don't," Marcus snarls, and hauls her up by the front of her shirt, other hand coming to the back of her head. "You don't get her, hear me? Lamia? She's too good for you."

It takes a lot to keep her above water. She's thrashing and howling and strong. He's drenched already, almost up to his shoulders, water soaking his shirt. "O God, who for the salvation of the human race has built Thy greatest mysteries in the substance, in your kindness hear our prayers..."