She narrowed her brow at him.
He raised the dark brow further, blue eyes twinkling with humor.
Her voice held resolve, but a hint of worry sat on her brow, so he hugged her.
Brandon raised a brow at Adrienne.
Linda's brow furrowed, but she held out her hand.
Giddon lifted a brow at Lisa.
He raised a brow inquisitively.
"June," Brandon responded, raising a brow at Adrienne.
Cora followed her gaze, brow furrowed.
The Immortal glanced up from his laptop, brow furrowing in irritation.
One dark brow lifted in silent query.
Her blood smelled sweet, and the oddly charged aura around her made his brow furrow.
Weariness settled on her brow as she rubbed her eyes.
She narrowed her brow, confused.
The way her brow furrowed when she wasn't pleased with the canvas, then the expression of satisfaction when her brushes cooperated.
Miriam leaned in with a furrowed brow, whispering, "You've seen her in wolf form?"
He quirked a brow, and the dark eyes twinkled with the very devil.
Shadows covered half his face, rendering his chiseled features and low brow sinister.
Her brow knitted together as her eyes took in Lana's clothes.
Among the field guns on the brow of the hill the general in command of the rearguard stood with a staff officer, scanning the country through his fieldglass.
His hitherto puckered brow became smooth as a sign of pleasure, and with a slight smile he began to examine his nails.
Raising a brow, Señor Medena spoke with exaggerated patience.
One brow shot up.
Finally he arched one brow and turned back to the roast.
A faint smile twisted his dark features and one brow arched quizzically.
He lifted a brow inquisitively.
He slowed down beside them and lifted a brow to Adrienne.
She watched him mop his brow again.
He quirked a brow at her.
She quirked a brow and made an exaggerated point of putting her hair back in order, tossing her head pertly and smiling up at him.
Her brow furrowed, and she straightened.
Katie raised a dark brow, her eyes twinkling with the very devil.
One dark brow lifted.
Her brow furrowed in guarded curiosity as he stared at her.
His features were chiseled, masculine and firm, his brow low and slashed with two dark eyebrows.
Alex glanced down the line of stalls and quirked a brow at Carmen.
His gaze was just as intense, his brow low, but his features not as heavy as A'Ran's.
"Early tomorrow I shall go to his Serene Highness," he read ("Sirin Highness," said the tall fellow with a triumphant smile on his lips and a frown on his brow), "to consult with him to act, and to aid the army to exterminate these scoundrels.
"The Emperor returns these Austrian banners," said Bilibin, "friendly banners gone astray and found on a wrong path," and his brow became smooth again.
In his day, Shakespeare was low-brow entertainment for the common class.
Arakcheev looked at the Emperor from under his brow and, sniffing with his red nose, stepped forward from the crowd as if expecting the Emperor to address him.
"I went through the shadow world?" she asked, brow furrowing.