No part of him was unwilling to bait the demon.
Carmen ate with her left hand, unwilling to let lose of Alex for one second.
She looked away from the scene, unwilling to believe what she saw was real.
A trickle of jealousy moved through her, but she dismissed it, unwilling to think about the woman he'd slept with less than two weeks before.
She replaced her weapon and crossed to him, unwilling to show fear.
Deidre drank her coffee in silence, feeling Wynn's gaze and unwilling to look at him after almost admitting to the plan.
Even a prisoner on this planet was unwilling to associate with her!
He roused himself, unwilling to sink into the dark thoughts.
Carmen stopped at the corner, uncomfortable with the heat of the exchange, yet unwilling to interrupt.
Unwilling to admit to the bonds let alone talk about them, Deidre focused on the girl.
He laughs at me for being unwilling to hurt anyone else, but he says no one should feel shame about who they are.
She gritted her teeth, unwilling to leave the sanctuary of his arms and cursing herself for her weakness.
She stepped back over his body, unwilling to lower her guard against the large vamp whose gaze was on her.
Unwilling to disturb his solitary mood, Jenn leaned back against a pillar and watched.
The Other no longer smiled and took a step forward, unwilling to move closer to his daughter with the Original Vamp standing between them.
"Yeah, they seem to," Gabriel agreed, unwilling to let the Dark One see he was thinking the same thing.
"Who?" he asked, unwilling to tell her that he already knew the answer to this question.
Unwilling to alarm them and possibly end up stabbed, he pretended not to know and moved through the room.
She squirmed, unwilling to be defenseless with the tarantulas so close and uneasy with the warm energy flowing again between them.
Unwilling to see her death, she closed her eyes, never imagining she'd ever be hurtling towards some distant planet in an escape pod booby-trapped to kill her!
The laundry room was also clean and an old wringer tub still sat in one corner, as though unwilling to completely surrender to modern appliances.
He swiveled his head, back and forth between sides, unwilling as usual to make a decision.
She clamped her mouth shut, unwilling to tell him the sight and scent of blood was already making her want to vomit.
Unwilling to fight something that didn't die, she drove to Doolin and the bed and breakfast.
She refused to back down, unwilling to let his attempt to intimidate her work.
Jule obliged quickly, unwilling to keep the vamp close to his brothers' mates longer than necessary.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
Damian regarded her coolly, unwilling to let someone so undeserving get the best of him.
She huddled closer to Damian, unwilling to look at his face.
He was in love with a ghost and unwilling to take a chance on you.
Wynn removed his shoes and sat nearby, uneasy but unwilling to show it.
They were overdue for a discussion, one she'd been unwilling to start but that he would see through.
She leaned back, unwilling to let her impatience show.
"Darian killed five Others and brought you their heads," she said calmly, unwilling to react to his words.
He remained stoic, unwilling to let her see that her touch was affecting him.
Unwilling to root for either animal, Carmen turned Ed back toward the tree line.
I was unwilling to do whatever it took to keep them together. But you will.
Toby didn't answer, unwilling to admit just how much Ully's words stung. He led them deeper into the jungle. The branches hurried to create a path for him, and he smiled at them. According to his angel memories, the trees were more than trees in Death's underworld. They were alive.
"Yes. I think that's where Death is. I think that's my way out," Katie said, not fully convinced but unwilling to admit it.
She waded through the brush of the possessed jungle, unwilling to admit just how scared she was.
The resignation in her tone sounded like a farewell. Gabe studied her, uncertain what could stop Death from doing anything she pleased. She was not only letting him go when she shouldn't, but she was telling him just how much time he had to get Katie out of the underworld. Gabriel knew something was wrong if Death was turning her back on the duty of collecting souls, a duty she normally took such joy in. She'd been unwilling to do that for him when their relationship had been at its peak.
Or would the fact that she never gave him an answer to stay or go make him unwilling to give her a second chance?