Now, half a year later, came the feared phone call informing them that Martha too was leaving.
Yet somewhere deep inside she feared that if he was capable of betrayal once, then he might be again.
And yet, he feared what that fire might mean.
The idea he feared anything amazed her.
Nervous about proposing a deal, she also feared doing it wrong.
They feared her, and this was what kept them in check.
She feared asking what they meant by Immortal society.
And yet, somewhere deep inside she had feared it would come to this.
It was bad enough that his actions warranted her decision to leave, but now she actually feared him.
However, we feared no threat from either, nor did we feel they wished to identify us.
I feared my unique relationship with Martha was terminally damaged and if so, I was heartbroken.
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.
Part of her wanted to return to her home that very night, and another part of her feared what she'd find if she did.
Thus far, he'd listened to her, and she hoped he feared Damian enough to continue paying attention.
But there was another reason she dared not leave her father, one she feared voicing even to the man before her.
Han was as big as the man before her, and if he feared him … Damian's gaze swept over her.
In my day, Oracles were the most revered, most feared and celebrated.
If Dustin's words were true, she'd never be welcomed into the home of any of Damian's people, not if they feared the sight of her!
The Guardians knew that betrayal would be confronted by Dusty, and even those loyal to Damian feared him appearing unexpectedly at their door.
She could summon Darkyn, though she feared his reaction to her leaving more than what these people would do to her.
She feared seeing them happy again, knowing she really was nothing more than a disposable stand-in until they were able to be together again.
Just as much, she feared seeing them miserable, because of her brief involvement in the mix.
"Wow. Okay," she murmured, alarmed every time she learned more about why people feared Darkyn.
You feared death, and I dangled hope in front of you.
The Deans had feared the long Colorado winter might slow down frisky Fred but, if anything, the opposite occurred, due in no small measure to his young pal and junk sale cohort, Martha Boyd.
The human feared a relationship with someone who wouldn't share more than his body.
She had always feared learning to love a child, only to have the mother change her mind.
She had decided to let it grow long, even though she feared the weight of it would remove the curls.
She feared asking more and braced herself when it took one foot in its hand.
He motioned to a seat at the table loaded with food she feared eating.
She feared asking him, not wanting to tip him off that she was plotting.
The sound was like a rifle shot and for a fleeting second Dean feared someone had fired.
While he knew he should report his suspicion of being bugged, he feared having to answer questions about his clandestine work in the Byrne matter.
He feared the palace would go down with Death, what with the nonsense she was spouting about leaving. He took in his best friend's features, uncertain whether becoming Death was a good thing or not. Gabe looked the same, and hopefully, he wouldn't turn into the riddle-talking sociopath that preceded him.
Straight to Death. If what Gabe said was true, he was taking her to the only way out of the underworld. And yet, she feared what that would mean. Was she supposed to reason with Death?
He'd wanted to ask about Angel but feared doing so.
"There was a time when you feared me then a time when I thought you almost loved me," Death said, materializing from the shadows.
Katie chuckled, and he was almost relieved at the sight of her smile. Her features had grown paler and gaunter under his watch. He feared the underworld would sink her spirit, too. One of them had to have some sort of hope they'd make it out alive.
Gods, but he could smell her sweet scent! Her large eyes seemed to see right through him. He feared reaching out, in case she slid through his fingers like smoke. He'd lost her in life; he wasn't going to risk losing her in his dreams. He could imagine closing the distance between them, sweeping her up into his arms, and making love to her on the beach.
I told no one the truth, because I feared what that would mean.
As much as she liked Mrs. Watson, she feared trusting anyone ever again.
She feared staying here too long and wondered again how she'd cross the river.