Who Sentence Examples
The boy who sat beside him was his son.
Who had handed it to her?
Are you going to tell me who he is?
After all, who knows?
I guess because the only one who should be looking at it is my husband.
Who was paying for this?
His attention shifted to Destiny, who was still sleeping.
Who is the other?
Who are you looking for this time?
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
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Tessa was the girl who left him standing at the altar once.
Who do you think you're fooling?
One day a friend of his who lived in Boston came to see him.
Who decides what the Internet will become?
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Who do we call?
Carmen shot a glance at Alex, who was giving his meal undue attention.
It was my teacher who unfolded and developed them.
When I learned that there was a gift for each child, I was delighted, and the kind people who had prepared the tree permitted me to hand the presents to the children.
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It was a house full of people who happened to be related to him.
Something drew her attention to Jonathan, who was watching Alex intently.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
But who is he?
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Who would have thought it?
Who the hell are you?
She had been the one who pushed him back into it.
Who would believe my answers?
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
Who would see it?
I don't know who he is!
The cab-horse, who never slept long at a time, sat upon his haunches and watched the tiny piglets and the kitten with much approval.
Carmen shifted her attention to Señor Medena, who was focused on Alex at the moment.
I wasn't the one who wanted to come here in the first place.
Then, on Friday those who have done the best may stand up and read their compositions to the school.
Kings and queens who wear a suit but once, though made by some tailor or dressmaker to their majesties, cannot know the comfort of wearing a suit that fits.
Apparently Señor Medena had two children who denied him.
These children are learning it just as the first people who lived on the earth learned it in the beginning.
A friend of hers who is a florist asks if she can advertise on the site.
You don't even know who we are?
And who might that be?
I've got friends, who get me stuff every ones in a while but it's not always easy.
If he knew who Alex really was, he probably knew more than Alex did.
He was a man who said little, but felt a lot.
Who is behind this enterprise?
It's who he is.
Then who was it?
It frustrated to Betsy who spent hours on the Internet seeking the most effective uses of Howie's talent.
You're the kind of woman he needs - someone who will stand up to him and yet understand his moods.
Because you're the one who is concerned about my safety.
You're the one who...
I wasn't sure who came in.
My, aren't you the night owl tonight - the boy who has been dancing with me half the night.
Alex finally glanced at Señor Medena, who shook his head.
But who is the perp, as you call him?
To a girl who enjoyed surprises, he was a gold mine.
And who cares, anyway.
I guess I'll have to make sure I marry a man who'll stay home with the children.
She glanced at Bordeaux, who was squatting near the fire, putting his breakfast away.
Right now it reminds me of Ben and me on the Amherst playground as kids arguing who owns the ball and who owns the bat.
Of course I knew who Annie was.
If it wasn't Dulce, then who?
We all looked questioningly to Martha who stood at the open doorway.
Do you honestly think you can keep a secret that's a major part of your life from someone who's sharing a bed with you?
A radio station did a piece on the tip center and requested an interview with someone who answered the phones.
She didn't know who I was when I visited her at the hospital.
She has begun seeing someone; a young man who does grounds keeping work at the Country Club and is a half dozen years her junior.
And how fortunate he was to have people who cared for him.
We lived a long way from any school for the blind or the deaf, and it seemed unlikely that any one would come to such an out-of-the-way place as Tuscumbia to teach a child who was both deaf and blind.
How can he remember well his ignorance--which his growth requires--who has so often to use his knowledge?
Who would have thought he would become attached to a child that was neither his own blood nor male?
Since she had given no information to Howard, Connie had to be the one who was talking.
I don't know who he is or what he does.
You're the person who suggested this; tell me what to do.
Who could have seen me?
Anyone you know who wanted to kill him?
He looked at Darian, who frowned.
Even so, she was the one who had made the rule.
Who could say what might have been if the smallest thing had been different in their lives?
In the background she heard Alex ask him who he was talking to.
As proud as she was of Jonathan, it was Alex who stayed on her mind for a long time after the phone call.
She glanced up at Yancey, who was lounging against a tree watching her.
She glanced at Yancey, who was watching her with a confused expression.
Who would have known that but Connie?
After all, he was the one who insisted that his mother was her boss.
You're the first girl who has ever accepted me for what I am.
Finally they descended into a low place in the ravine, momentarily putting an outcropping between them and the Indians who waited.
She glanced at Bordeaux, who was watching her expectantly.
She glanced at her father and the twins, who were watching intently.
I want someone who can contribute intelligent conversation, not grovel at my feet.
I'm not sure who started that story, but it floated around here for my last two years of high school.
It was a risky thing, lying down on the couch with a man, but this was Cade - half asleep and asking her to stay - Cade, who never asked for anything.
Howie simply wanted to see who was in the assigned hotel room sometime during the weekend.
Who cares about Howard?
She glanced at Yancey, who was giving the forward in the magazine on his lap undue attention.
Yeah, who'd ever know we were engaged?
Who knows what's going on in that head?
When Jude Bryce hears how his brother died, presumably avenging their arrest, he's going to announce it was the psychic tipster who killed him!
She was the one who had insisted on waiting until they were married.
The only person who didn't view her as a sitter or maid was Yancey, and his viewpoint was as a lover.
To her surprise, he was the one who broke away.
Lisa glanced at Yancey, who immediately came to her rescue.
Well, any mother-in-law who isn't willing to baby-sit her own grandchildren isn't much of a grandmother.
Brandon was fortunate to have been raised by two people who cared as much about each other as they cared for him.
It was Rachel who picked Adrienne up at the hospital.
I think you're the one who is placing the blame on yourself.
Mr. Marsh is the one who is responsible.
You're the one who pushed this relationship.
He was the one who had been deceptive.
She glanced quickly at Bordeaux, who was giving his coffee undue attention.
She shot a glance at Bordeaux, who had stopped scraping on a plate.
Pete frowned at Bordeaux, who was carefully stacking the plates.
Cassie glanced at Bordeaux, who was watching the horizon apprehensively.
What a wicked thought to have about the man who had risked his life to protect her - not once, but a number of times in the last few days - and with so little to gain.
She raced up the steps, wondering if men who could not be trusted would plague her entire life.
The two young women chatted endlessly about the latest fashion in Paris and the boys who were attracted to them.
Even so, I don't know anyone who admits to understanding him - much less calling him a friend.
I know, but there are a lot of people who don't understand.
Six, but who's counting?
You were the one who thought about it long enough to calculate it out.
And Mr. Cade has done nothing to make me think he is anything but a normal man who simply enjoys his solitude.
Who are we to suggest that it's wrong?
Maybe he was one of those men who felt they needed to protect and care for all women.
He probably wasn't even awake enough to know who she was.
When had he changed from the unattractive older man she met in the diner to the good looking young man who now lay beside her?
Who would wake from that sleeping body?
You're the one who told me I shouldn't come out here in the first place.
It's just too bad that you're the only one who gets to enjoy them.
You know, Cade, there are others who feel the same way you do about the old ways.
Until now she would have sworn that he was the one who never expressed his feelings.
Who would have guessed two years ago that he would become a happily married man?
Who would have thought he would actually clip the umbilical cord?
It would allow my future wife, who was from Iowa, to view a part of the country she'd never seen.
Who wouldn't be disheartened?
There are lots of folks who would use their genie-wish to do just that.
What vocational opportunities are available for an almost-priest who's been out of this world for a few years?
I didn't consider who to tell.
Howie, who had remained silent, stepped forward.
Did they catch the person who did it?
One of the minions in Betsy's organization had arranged for a pleasure car for her weekend, courtesy of her boss who felt guilty for her frequent out of town travel.
We asked if there was anyone around who might still be living who would remember that far back.
It seemed to me we were all on edge, especially Howie who, aside from a smile and a few words, stayed out of our limited conversations.
The group trudged upstairs, all but Quinn who remained with his equipment.
Quinn, who remained silent most of the morning, showed increased interest.
My parents, now residing in Florida, would attend the ceremony along with my older brother and his family who would fly in from Seattle, Oregon.
Martha, who was now displaying her pregnancy, quickly explained.
I then left the building and waited outside for the others who arrived moments later.
I don't know who among us was the most nervous.
I may be the person who's having the visions but I can't do it alone.
It does not appear Rudman is responsible for Amy Lou Lewis, who remains missing from her Cranston, Rhode Island home since last week.
I swear I would have seen anyone who was nearby.
I bankroll people who cure aids.
No one will see me and tip those who vow to stop my kind.
Cooms doted on the boy who seemed to return his affection.
It was Betsy who summed up our collective thoughts.
Who should I tell him called?
Who's afraid of this Psychic Tipster except a killer who knows what was tipped couldn't be learned by normal means?
How did you know who I was?
Quick witted Betsy laughed, and told the man who was a frequent visitor, that it looked like a childhood picture of Howie in a Halloween costume.
But do you know what happens to girls who are untruthful?
We strolled up the main street, rumored to be the widest in the country, but I don't know who measures.
At the same time you'd be leading that greedy army who are chasing the million dollar reward.
You're the thirty-fourth person who's contacted me saying you were the tipster.
Quinn, who'd been silent during our exchange, spoke up, "Maybe Daniel Brennan can pull in some favors."
Sure, the million dollar offer was withdrawn but I'll bet there are thousands of people out there who would still pay a fortune to own Howie.
Betsy returned, holding Molly's hand, sans Julie who was back at Howie's house packing her suitcase.
Was it because all the stupid clones out there who read this trash lack the brains to come close to finding her?
All of us are feeling the pressure plus you have a new baby and a cranky husband who isn't helping you a bit.
No. Not unless you want to talk to yourself while I prop up a zombie who won't hear a word you're saying.
After telling me the contest was over, something I'd just told her, she reluctantly transferred me to Irv Goldman who was in charge of the contest while it was running.
You're the third person who wanted them.
And the guy from California who got himself killed; him too.
We all make errors sometimes but those who care keep right on loving us.
She wrote about some stuff she heard him say in his sleep; stuff about bad guys who stole kids.
Howie is a very good guy who helps catch the bad ones.
He never got around to the guy who tried to enter Ethel Reagan's apartment.
All you need to do is tell me where you do your fishing and who's in the boat.
That's the old lady who claims she's the psychic tipster but has seen God and now quit.
We turned the phone over to Molly who wanted to offer her condolences to Howie.
Howie was three thousand miles away; who would come to call at this hour of the night?
Beside the nurse who was busy collecting equipment, there was a man in a suit standing by the door.
Yes, I thought, there were scores of people who wanted to murder Howie.
She frequently walks a dog, a loathsome animal who fails to warm to my affection.
This Bryce guy was probably the one who got a hold of the contest letter from Julie and broke into her apartment.
But Bryce wasn't the one who killed Brenda Washington!
The fiend who did that is still out there; the one who killed those children and police officer and God knows who else!
Could you just talk to the guy who got out of jail; the one everyone thought killed my sister?
Have you talked to the guy who my cousin Sonia said did it?
He wants me to get you to talk to that sex offender who's free; the one they thought killed Annie.
A curse on you who disrupt the master's plans; you will pay dearly when the time of reckoning finally arrives!
He's already killed a cop who stopped him down south.
But first you have to earn it by helping this tourist who just arrived in town.
Annie was a beautiful young girl who lived in our Santa Barbara neighborhood.
Did you know some of them; the men who did what you did?
You see, guys who just hunted down women looked down on the children snatchers and the scum that took on little girls thought they were a rank better than the little boy snatchers.
I was buttonholed by two middle-aged men who alternated telling me their life story.
The third room was for Howie who was busy on the telephone when four of us arrived.
Martha, who I failed to forgive when she stumbled in one drunken moment of need, was gone forever.
It was a different Howie Abbot who took the news.
Who can I call?
My specially soaked rag was secure in a plastic bag so I withdrew it and had it over the child's face before she turned to see who entered.
Instead I turned to the clerk who'd overheard enough of the conversation to look like his dog ate his cat.
I think the man who did it may have taken my wife and a young girl.
I couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
I stopped briefly enough to thank Pual who looked disappointed to be out of the drama.
It's his wife who was attacked.
My dear, do I have the honor of finally meeting the famous psychic tipster or were you but the helper of the young mother who died so suddenly in that delightful New Hampshire town?
The unspeakable deeds of this animal who held us were well known to me, vicariously, through the notes of Howie's visits to his past.
I was sure it was he who talked to her when she was walking Bumpus.
At the expense of sounding immodest, I must say I am one of those who can attain this state.
Why shouldn't the one who controls it be me?
The man who spoke snatched her arms from behind and shoved her into the kitchen.
I don't second-guess what I do, who I am, or who I serve.
It had something to do with the beautiful woman before him who made him feel for the first time in years.
Elihu Burritt was a poor boy who was determined to learn.
Her gaze went from Len's stoic face to Howard and then to Connie, who looked pale.
They were a family who knew all they had was each other.
Was it her imagination, or was it the man who drove the black car?
Who hasn't sat at a stop light and been so distracted by something else that they didn't notice the light was green?
Lisa dropped her pad and pencil on the couch and crossed the room, wondering who might be calling her on his telephone and why Yancey was screening her calls.
What about this boy Allen who called yesterday?
Who would be calling her on his phone again?
Lisa, don't you know who he is?
Lisa glanced at Yancey, who silently divided his attention between Connie and Lisa.
She turned questioning eyes on Connie, who shook her head in disbelief.
Mertz said she told him she didn't know who Yancey was or what he did.
It was Giddon who called me.
Connie caught her breath So you were the one who told him how to get to the house.
She was the one who told me that he was a child prodigy.
I've never met anyone who could evade a question as well as he can.
Adrienne glanced at Brandon, who was now watching them.
Just depends on who you're with, huh?
I'm just tired of the labels we slap on people who think independent of the 'in' crowd.
Everyone was so supportive - even her parents, who came up to meet Brandon as soon as they heard the news.
So who says pants are men's clothing?
She was going to say that the bitter note in her tone was for someone who had betrayed her, but the whole world didn't need to know about their shame.
She rolled over and glanced at Bordeaux, who seemed to be resting comfortably.
Could it grow strong enough to make her forget about those who depended on her?
I don't know about friends, but there sure are a lot of people in Ashley who seem preoccupied with everything I do.
You don't need training - especially not from the people who come up with this fashionable cluttered look.
I think you're one of the few people who would truly appreciate it.
A sidebar quoted the vocal congressman who continued to push for an investigation while an accompanying article contained the ever increasing rants of the defense bar.
That lady who's in the news, the one from Idaho who claims she's the tipster, she wrote an entry.
I passed the phone to Molly who'd just arrived.
Jackson had stopped by for Bumpus who reluctantly jumped into the back seat like an arrested felon.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not condoning what we did but there were others who were much worse; sicko guys who really hurt their victims; sometimes killed them.
There is on one to connect me to New Hampshire though this little group who thought they were so clever hiding in that silly business in Keene might suspect that the one they hunted is now hunting them!
Now that it's light, the federal boys who are running this show are back to the drawing board.
I hummed a tune I remembered my mother singing to me as I strolled to the barn to slay the lying witch-bitch who thought she'd tricked.
I discussed my proposal with Molly who with wisdom beyond her years, agreed.
I cringed at the thought of who might have spent their last nights on earth on that pallet.
It was Molly, not me, who devised a possible solution.
We braced our ladder against the wall and played a game of numbers to see who would the first to climb.
Talon's men turn them into killers who take the lives of the innocent.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
Bianca was warm and sweet, the kind of woman who deserved better than he'd ever have to offer.
Intercepts picked up a call Talon made to one of his guys who we know plans his recruitment fairs.
Darian, who had willingly hired a sailboat and sailed straight into a tropical storm.
Darian, who he'd just pulled off the bottom of the ocean instead of attending his planning session to deal with the Talon issue.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
She recognized the petite blonde, who wrenched open the door and ran.
He hung up and lifted his chin at Speck, who obeyed the silent command to leave.
Who domesticates a vamp?
Whoever is taking out the recruits knows who to hit first.
That's who you were talking to?
I have heard of a dog that barked at every stranger who approached his master's premises with clothes on, but was easily quieted by a naked thief.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
It was Alex who talked her into the IVF, but what did it matter?
Carmen glanced at Señor Medena, who was beaming as if they were his children... or as if they were his biological grandchildren.
Jonathan glanced up at Alex, who met his gaze sternly.
Surely they had other people who spoke Spanish - people familiar with the customer.
I'm not all that secretive, but you were the one who kept telling me that if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you.
He had a lot on his plate right now... the twins, his father and who knew what else?
He said Alex was the kind of man who would crawl into bed with a woman on the first date.
Carmen detached Matthew from her nipple and handed him to Alex, who sat down beside her.
He wasn't the one who gave me a bad name.
I wish it to be so with all who live in my home.
Being around Lathum had opened his eyes to the number of people who deceive and are deceived.
She glanced up at Howard, who immediately chimed in.
Howard hesitated and shot a questioning glance at Connie, who shrugged and turned away.
Connie handed the purse to Lisa, who immediately found her house keys.
She handed them to Howard, who watched her face with a puzzled expression.
She sat up and reached for her robe, wondering who might be visiting at this time in the morning.
In fact she had avoided - even pushed away those who might want to claim close friendship.
That ridge was the only thing that had kept her from plunging over the edge... that and the man who was now glaring at her.
So what difference did it make who came up with the idea as long as it was a good one?
If Connie didn't tell Allen where to find her, who did?
She had been making out with a man who might be involved in drug trafficking.
Lisa opened her door and motioned to Yancey, who immediately returned to the car.
They know who I am, and that I want to keep my identity silent.
Who is asking, Andy Gordon or Yancey Giddon?
Yet it was Spencer who broke the silence first.
Where was the sweet, gentle Brandon who never seemed to be upset by anything?
I thought I was marrying a man who had chosen a lifestyle compatible with mine.
You're the one who threw the ring at me.
Then who is supposed to feed them?
Don't you know people talk about a woman who spends weeks out here with men - and men start to get ideas.
She shrugged and glanced at Bordeaux, who was approaching the fire.
He chuckled again and glanced back at the others, who were trailing behind.
You know that man I was telling you about - the one who comes in at exactly eight every Friday night?
I suppose there are some people who would consider it unthinkable to keep it in operation.
You said marriage was for people who wanted to spend a lifetime together, not a few nights.
He so busied himself with his silly telephone trick to call away the mother he didn't notice someone who must have been watching.
The kidnapper was the child's mother, a drug addict, who no longer had custody and tried to spirit her daughter away.
According to Martha who remained with Howie, he thrashed about the bed, frightening her.
Who will be my petite southern belle?
A kid who stole matches so he could light spiders on fire and watch how far they ran.
Number three was a father taking a son from the boy's mother who held custody rights.
Like today; you obviously didn't know who to call.
Sunday began with a lost boy who we located in a local forest but was found by the time we called in the tip.
He wants to run down the tip and thank the guy who's responsible.
We were picked up by Martha and arrived just as Quinn and who'd ferried Howie pulled in behind us.
Quinn, who was our resident computer and electronic guru, was given information about protecting our security.
Eric was a seven year old who was abducted by a couple and held for ransom.
There is an army of people who would kill for what you possess.
God knows who else will hound you if they have any idea of your capabilities.
During the interim we learned the sad news of the death of the Alabama Deputy Sheriff who was shot multiple times after stopping the kidnapper of eight year old Jennifer Morley.
Frankie Lloyd Cummings was a fifty year old drifter who killed teenage runaways.
So was Merrill Cooms who told us his investment was paltry compared to getting, as he called him, "that monster Cummings."
Fortunately, the boy ran off but the police, who were following Bryce based on our earlier tip, photographed his attempted abduction.
I caught a glance at Quinn who looked like his dog died.
Only baby Claire who slept soundly in her file cabinet crib was truly content.
The few people I've met who knew me back then say I'm a different person.
I know who I am now; I don't want to meet that other guy.
I'm sure it's your Delaware-Alabama guy, the one who murdered the fake psychic Youngblood in California.
How are the other people who answer the tip lines taking it?
I admit I was sulking, not sure who was annoyed with whom; tiring of surely looks.
She was brutally murdered by the same man who killed young girls in Delaware, Alabama and several other states.
He also murdered a deputy sheriff who stopped him because the law knew his license plate from a tip.
It began with the Rhode Island boy who disappeared last September.
Think of a recluse who finds herself in possession of a marvelous gift, through no action on her part.
Even the police, who see the aftermath of terrible, gut-wrenching crimes, aren't forced to watch them actually happening.
My careful cross-referencing noted the same name listed as a wealthy grandfather of a kidnapped child who was returned after a strange tip was received.
Howie immediately began asking who needed more wine though our glasses were full.
I know for a fact they've talked to the tip line people and didn't get very far but who knows if they're tapping the line.
When I was discovered, I told the young fool who found me I'd been shot and mugged, my money clip stolen!
Brenda Washington who handled tip line calls in Omaha was murdered by this person.
He wants to stop this so-called Psychic Tipster who'd nearly caught him several times.
He's the only one who is a direct threat and that's due to our coming so close to getting him in the past.
It's not like you and I who remember our parents; he literally just met his mother for the first time!
If I am unsuccessful there are others who may hold the answers I demand and I now have plans to get them as well.
Perhaps the culprit was the person who beat me to the publisher in Vermont, the sponsor of that idiotic contest!
If it is not she I suspect she possesses knowledge of the one I seek, the one who is my target.
It's my friend in there who was assaulted.
Bianca was the only one of those around him who could cook.
He looked at the slight Natural with dark hair and eyes who happened to have a doctorate in every type of science he could name.
He was glaring at Darian, who sat across the kitchen on another stool.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and forced herself to smile as she faced Jonny, who'd been in training since shortly after she awoke.
He had no control of his own powers, and he'd not yet been tested in a confrontation with the man who enslaved him.
He had a feeling the worst was going to happen, and the sense he wouldn't be the only one who died this weekend if he had to depend on Darian made him feel sick to his stomach.
Bianca jogged after the two, who raced towards a small crowd at the opened gate of the compound.
He held out his hand to Talon, who plunked a gun into it.
I thought it was strange, since Jimmy's the last person who would veer off course from your orders because you let him blow up whatever he wants and he doesn't wanna lose that.
With a frown, she wondered why she'd never seen it before, why she wasted seven years trying to make things work with someone who couldn't hold a candle to the man she was meant to be with.
He sat, surprising Bianca, who wrapped her arms around him.
His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.
We don't know who can, but we know who can destroy our efforts.
Damian might have some insight into what was going on, and who the Magician was.
After a childhood filled with foster homes, she feared getting too comfortable, even in the home of the man who adopted her twelve years ago, when she was ten.
She'd stayed after she turned eighteen, because he was the only one who understood her strange gift.
He was one of the only people who didn't shy away from her or treat her like she was a leper.
We're gonna have a little talk, then we'll see who gets to kill who.
The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.
She drove to the bed and breakfast instead, where the friendly woman who rented rooms had left the back door open for her.
There's one creature who can tolerate you, and that's me.
Who did this to you?
Accustomed to being shunned by people, she'd almost felt normal around the stranger who seemed unaffected by her magic.
But this man, an enemy who had—up until now—wanted to kill her, left her feeling a little less alone.
A woman who died during the Schism.
She was a human who died soon after I came here.
She'd accepted her father, because there was no one else who understood her.
Papa, there was a man in our house who tried to kill me.
I've killed both the men who came for her and will kill any others.
If he was dead, it meant her father did it, not Jule, who had been in the basement.
Who are all these people, and why are they after me?
Also understand that I'll kill anyone who comes between us and my plans, he warned.
I was thinking even someone who doesn't fear death, fears something else.
Jenn glanced at Jonny, who looked agitated yet distracted.
The kid was hard to read, and she guessed his anger had more to do with his struggle to understand his new role than the vamps who clearly had no respect for him.
I never met a vamp who tried to keep a Guardian alive.
She shook her head and trotted after Jonny, who paced madly in the hall.
She laughed, a contagious sound, and he saw her effect even on Darian, who had relaxed and sat in a chair nearby.
Her presence would have the same calming effect on Dusty, who was the most wound-up man Jule knew.
They're the ones who told me to kill the girl.
Damian reconsidered the vamp before looking at Sofi, who ignored him.
A vamp who could track Others was an invaluable treasure, especially if Charles could also track the sneaky little Watchers.
Jule, whose soul had somehow lingered in her body when she'd touched him, and who had become the only man she'd ever felt safe around.
Except for Xander here, who seems immune to just about everything.
Jonny looked at the massive vamp, who made no move to close the distance between them.
Somewhere safe above ground, with vamps who are loyal?
Jule released the vamp, who turned to him.
Aphro, hypo, who gives a damn.
The same woman who would die in twenty-three years from ovarian cancer.
If the men around her were predators, the man who entered next was their alpha.
She'd never known the power of a single touch until everyone who touched her hurt her!
Sofia was afraid to ask where she was, who the man was before her.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
It held breakfast for two, and he racked his mind for who the other was.
The base camp housed the emergency response helicopters for Tucson and neighboring sectors and was manned with a skeletal crew of Guardians and one on-duty pilot, a Natural who'd been trained to fly.
He maintained a shield around it that made it invisible to those who didn't know where it was.
Most Guardians did, including Dusty, who personally oversaw every operation in his hemisphere.
She'd had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, and she'd certainly never been a woman who felt weak-kneed!
I don't sleep with random men, especially those who aren't … you're not even human, are you?
One was of medium height and slender, an older man with sharp green eyes the color of forest moss who seemed out of place in the middle of the room.
She took the hint but wondered who had hurt him so badly that he still bore a grudge thousands of years later.
He gazed at the message, puzzled, before he realized who it was and typed a response.
He began to cry, the soul-deep weeping of a man who'd lost all and spent his tormented life in a level of hell she'd never be able to imagine.
There are … creatures older than me in the universe, and they were fighting a turf war over who ruled what part of the universe.
There was a time when he didn't care who he slept with, when he was hard at the sight of any woman who would take him to bed.
She wasn't dressed in skin-tight workout clothes like Claire, who joined Damian as he trotted down the stairs for their daily sparring session.
Dustin didn't look like the kind of man who would like anything, let alone presents.
You can tell me who the traitors are.
People who would kill you.
And if she told Damian who to kill, did that make her worse than them?
Her eyes slid to Dustin as she tried to reconcile the executioner with the man who liked presents.
Who better to weed out traitors than the one who could see them for what they were?
Who decorated this place?
At least he'd know who the traitors were by the end of the night.
She eyed him and then looked to Damian, who stared at her with an intensity she'd last seen aimed at Claire.
She lowered her gaze at the heated look from the man who drove her crazy every other minute of her day.
A few of the guests cast curious looks her way, and everyone who looked at her seemed more interested in the plain charm at her chest than in meeting her gaze.
He was accompanied by Dustin and two other men, one she knew as Sasha, a man who'd struck her with his devotedness to his family, and Levi, a man who'd been present in many of his pre-Schism memories.
He's like a modern-day king who's in charge of the superheroes trying to beat down the evil villains.
Just when I start to like you … you know, it's amazing even a man who's thousands of years old can act like a twelve-year-old.
And who are you?
He wasn't like Dustin, who seemed more likely to kill a stranger than talk to one.
We're in a unique position to help people who can't help themselves against bad guys who want to hurt them, he said.
If not for the worried flicker of her gaze past him to see who followed, Damian would have thought this a social call.
You threw me out with nowhere to go after the man who was meant to be my husband was killed.
Who do you think paid the bills if you didn't?
Who else can you tell about your husband beheading five vamps?
She was driven back against Two, who caught her.
The bits and pieces of who he was were there, disjointed and scattered.
But I'm the only one who has a chance to try.
Most guys who wear cool duds like these don't even shave.
Jim and the buggy followed, the old cab-horse being driven by Zeb while the Wizard stood up on the seat and bowed his bald head right and left in answer to the cheers of the people, who crowded thick about him.
He sent out among the poor people of the city and found two little babies who had never heard a word spoken.
They belong to the rich man who lives in the big white house there among the trees.
People who take time out of their schedule to do something that helps just one person.
Next morning it was I who waked the whole family with my first "Merry Christmas!"
If she was the only one who could help him, she was also the only one who could stop him.
The first thing she felt was the bond to Jule, who was in the next room.
She looked down, both thrilled by the idea of an eternity with the man who made her feel whole and horrified at what her father told her.
That he was an Original Being who had chosen to stay with Damian and a woman long since dead.
Her eyes returned to Jonny, who was lapping up what was left of the dead woman's blood.
As she stepped away from the magic of the Henge, sorrow for those women who came before her pulled her from the powerful high.
He saw the man who had called him pacing as Laney had indicated.
Laney lifted his chin toward Jake, who nodded.
I'm rebuilding as fast as I can, but it ain't easy finding new Guardians, let alone those who make good agents.
He followed the man with eyes as green as the moss in the corner of his room down the busy hallways, unaffected by the men who spit on him or shoved him as he went.
How good was a Defender of Humanity who purposely looked away from something that led to so many deaths?
In hindsight, he wondered how he'd ever been fooled or why he'd settle for Claire when there was someone like Sofia out there, who'd love him for him and not for his title.
She'd been quiet for a day or two, going everywhere with him, a companion in his head who was beyond the touch of his angry master.
Sofia's phone vibrated, and she pulled it out, wondering who had her number.
He flashed a wide smile at Pierre, who lifted his chin and nudged her forward.
You keep telling me who I am.
This is who you are, Damian.
Jule wasn't the type of man who worried about anything, and fear slid through her.
Darkyn didn't restrict her movement or who she saw, but the idea of seeing Gabriel again so soon after their meeting yesterday disturbed her.
I saw how you were created from a seventeen-year-old boy who wanted nothing more than for your mistress to love you.
It made her angrier at her mate, who systematically shut the doors around her and also managed to interfere with her ability to trust anyone else.
I'm the only one in this mess who isn't out to hurt anyone else, she retorted.
He laughs at me for being unwilling to hurt anyone else, but he says no one should feel shame about who they are.
She leaned forward until she was resting against the demon, who didn't move away.
I said a creature who has never known peace will surrender unconditionally when he tastes it for the first time.
He is a fearless opportunist who has always wanted to be a god, and the deal was unofficial.
She called a portal when she stepped into the hallway to see who awaited her.
She'd never paid much attention to appliances but imagined they might be intriguing to someone who had never seen them before.
Deidre was being asked by the woman who stole her lover and her destiny for advice.
You are the only person who can do that.
She'd given relationship advice to the woman who condemned her to Hell, advice meant to help snag the heart of a man she hadn't stopped loving.
She wasn't going to spend her eternity with someone who didn't care for her.
Darkyn's not the only one who likes it rough.
All eyes fell to Selyn, who was shaking.
As noble as Gabriel was, he wouldn't hesitate to turn over anyone who hurt his mate to Darkyn.
It was Cynthia who volunteered for the nasty duty, turning down Dean's offer to join her.
He alone had interviewed and recommended the young woman, who was located by one of his lady friends.
Maria was a wee bird of a woman—probably a teenager, Hispanic, and even shorter than Cynthia, who barely topped five feet.
There was no time for Cynthia to talk to her husband, who was busy serving breakfast to the late sleepers while she showed Maria, by hand communication, the upstairs chores of Bird Song.
Paul, who appeared to be the elder brother, was a robust figure who never closed his mouth even while eating.
Paulette Dawkins was a short but massive chunk of good living who didn't know how to dress.
After eleven pairs of shoes, two stray dogs who gave up on me, and a girl friend who skipped off with a coal truck driver in West Virginia, here I am.
Yeah. The old guy who's always taking pictures.
Larkin asked, trying to look down at Martha and at the same time keeping a wary eye on Dean, who was ready to kill her.
He turned and looked down at Martha, who sank even lower into her seat.
Say it wasn't supposed to be where it was, but the person who found it wasn't supposed to be there either.
Dean took a deep breath and looked at Cynthia who simply shook her head in wonderment.
Oops. You know, a bartender who fills the glass so high it spills over on the napkin and he has to say 'oops'?
Not some guy who sells you a six dollar wine in a half-full glass.
Fred, who could find a mystery in a grilled cheese sandwich, hardly stirred.
David is going to find out who the guy in the mine is.
Here was this guy who married my mother; then she died, and I'm living with him—all in a couple of weeks.
Finally she said, My father was the one who did it, but it was a joint decision.
A man, not the usual wimpy social lady, was the culprit who organized the hasty departure.
Dean felt equally acrimonious toward the overbearing state official whom he hadn't seen since the winter and who, in Dean's mind, had no business being back in Ouray.
Dean cursed himself for not wanting to talk to the redheaded deputy, who would have been infinitely preferable to this obnoxious jerk.