Andre Sentence Examples

The tension melted from Gabriel's shoulders as he sat on the settee across from Andre.

Deidre struggled to recall what happened, when human-Deidre had last seen Andre.

She wasn't certain what was wrong with her, but she didn't want to lie to Andre.

Andre was seated, as if he'd never moved.

Andre was grave, the first warning things hadn't gone well.

Except that Andre wasn't smiling.

If Gabriel wasn't immune to the mind manipulation magic, he suspected Andre would be using it on him right now.

Andre was quiet for a long moment.

If it was so simple, Andre wouldn't be trying to drop a hint without betraying the confidence of Deidre.

But" Andre paused, debating silently "I'd say you need to determine how much you are willing to trust her."

Keep in mind there's more to the story than what there appears to be, Andre added.

Andre read her mind.

One that told her Andre was right about him not trusting her.

She waited for him to say something about all that Andre had pried out of her.

Andre was serious about leaving her to tell him.

He returned to Andre.

Gabe drew a breath, expecting Andre wouldn't betray the confidence of his mate.

Andre's patient smile reminded him of how there was a time when he never would've considered asking for such a favor.

Deities did things differently, but he wasn't about to do what his predecessor would have and demand a favor of someone like Andre.

Except that he's still got a hand in all this, Andre said calmly.

You know what I'm going to do, Andre?

You both need your space, Andre agreed.

Andre gave him a disapproving look, and Gabriel realized the joke was probably misplaced when talking to the family member of the deceased.

He began to think more and more that raising Andre was worth breaking the thousands of Immortal Laws it cost.

Gabriel wasn't certain what Andre wanted him to know.

Andre didn't deny she was lying to him, which left Gabriel even less certain what to do about his mate.

Andre took her to the garden the morning before, and that's where she went this time.

Andre confirmed that her tumor was gone, which meant they had a chance at a healthy relationship.

He'd cave to Andre's advice and double-check with Darkyn about whether or not his mate owed the Dark One anything – formally or informally.

The emotion she'd admitted to yesterday – which Andre had told him as well – shimmered in her large blue eyes.

Andre was the only one who seemed to think there was a reason for Gabriel to be here, and Gabriel trusted Andre more than both Deidres and Darkyn combined.

Suddenly, Andre's cryptic warning made sense.

Tall with dark skin and glowing turquoise eyes, he most closely resembled Andre of any of his sons.

The cultured mannerisms that made talking to Andre comfortable were quite different from Wynn.

He was cold where Andre was warm, and Wynn's direct gaze held no emotion.

Andre had tipped them off about another, smaller warehouse.

Rhyn and Andre stood near Darkyn between two lines, one of Immortals and the opposite of demons larger than any Gabriel had ever seen.

Only Andre would manage to sound calm standing before two creatures with enough power to turn him to dust.

He wasn't expecting anyone but Andre to answer.

Gabriel didn't react, instead motioning to Andre to do something about Rhyn, who was ready to explode.

Andre's gaze was beyond the two deities.

Back off, Andre, Rhyn said.

Andre can track demons in the underworld, right?

His arms were crossed and his cold gaze on Andre.

If Andre the Ancient was still around, he'd be able to help you with the demons.

No. Sasha defected to the Dark One then killed Andre and was himself killed by a traitor.

Andre sat, steady gaze on Gabriel.

Andre was rendered dead-dead while Rhyn was stuck in Hell, killed by the same brother who held Rhyn prisoner.

He figured Rhyn and Andre needed a private moment and snorted as he heard Rhyn start off.

Or why Andre isn't dead-dead.

He went one-by-one, checking the minds of each with the occasional glance across to Rhyn and Andre, who were speaking quietly.

Rhyn was smiling faintly, Andre's controlled expression reminding Gabriel of Wynn.

I need to borrow Andre.

Rhyn eyed him, suspecting it was an insult, while Gabriel recalled how polished Andre was.

The peacemaker of the brothers, Andre instinctively used his gift of mind control to counter the tempers of his fiery brothers.

Rhyn lifted his chin in farewell before motioning for Andre to follow him through a portal.

With Andre's help, he might gain some insight into Deidre's illness and be able to counter the demons tracking and stealing souls.

Andre motioned for her to sit on one of the stools at the counter.

Andre ceased talking, and she realized he'd been speaking while she ogled Gabriel.

Andre raised his eyebrow in polite disapproval, the same way his father did.

I read, control, manipulate and anything else I need to do to the mind, I can, Andre started.

Andre's eyebrows both shot up this time.

Andre's words were accompanied by a smile.

Andre perched likewise on the sofa and reached out, placing the cool tips of his fingers on her temples.

Andre gazed at her, quiet and thoughtful.

His attention was on Andre.

He didn't break their touch, so she focused on Andre.

I don't like that, Andre.

Her longtime friend was impossible to read, as usual, and she saw the similarity in features between him and Andre.

Andre waved a wary Gabriel away from the kitchen.

Her mental wheels began to move again as she grappled with not only what he'd done, but why Andre and Gabriel – who knew the truth long before she did – chose now to have it revealed to her.

Assuming he was able to do what he and Andre planned.

Andre had another idea, one that might increase the chances of success, based on ancient myths from the time-before-time.

When they left Deidre's apartment, Andre was headed to ask his half-brother, Tamer, for help researching histories for more information.

Thanks. Let me know how tomorrow goes with Andre's mind tricks.

When he was out of Hell, he'd already planned on kicking the ass of their eldest brother, Andre, and killing Kris.

It was true, and only Andre supported his petition to be recognized as one of the seven sons charged by their father with protecting humanity against the Dark One.

Andre was dressed in cashmere and wool, his hair kept short and neat, his loafers more expensive than Kris's conference room had cost to build.

Andre snorted and motioned to the pristine white sofa.

Kris smiled, and Andre echoed the movement, the skin around his eyes crinkling in warmth.

He went through one of Andre's two walk-in closets, choosing a maroon sweater and chocolate suede pants.

Andre pursed his lips in displeasure as Kris reappeared.

Next to Kris's whiskey Andre kept at the wet bar was Tamer's favorite vodka, Kiki's rice wine, and Erik's diet soda.

Andre held out his hand.

Europe, Andre said, unaffected.

Andre himself had ordered their exiles when it was revealed they were Sasha's spies.

No compartmentalizing this info, Andre.

There was one rule they all knew better than to break, or Andre would order them killed.

Andre pursed his lips again.

One by one, the others left, until he was alone with Andre.

Andre pressed with brotherly concern in his voice.

Kris said nothing, feeling at once foolish and like he was the child Andre used to chastise for failing to focus on his duties.

Andre clasped his shoulder, bowed his head, and disappeared.

Give her to Andre.

Andre said, stepping in front of her.

Andre relaxed and sat on the couch near her while Ileana drew close as well.

Ully reappeared with a carafe of whiskey and set it down, taking Andre's head nod as a cue to leave.

Andre poured her whiskey and sat back.

We'll talk in the morning, Andre said kindly.

Andre entered, followed by a second man carrying a large tray of food.

The street below was narrower than it appeared on TV and packed with cars and elegantly dressed men and women walking to a gathering across the street --probably the soiree Andre had mentioned.

Andre was the only gentleman in this outfit and the only to take pity on her.

Andre and Kris seemed to think she was there for the long haul.

Whenever Andre tried his shit, her head felt foggy, and right now, she was foggy.

Andre was with him, the beautiful woman, the dark man Jade.

Another boom, and the edges of the door lit up and spit fire as the rocket exploded in Andre's apartment.

Andre's apartment was black and fiery.

Any thought she had at Andre's apartment not being the target fled as she saw the damage done to her side of the building.

They wove their way through the panicked crowds toward Andre's building.

The rocket slammed into an ambulance parked in front of Andre's, the brilliant explosion throwing heat and light that reached her on what she estimated was the twentieth floor.

She looked back toward Andre's apartment, surprised to see two dark forms on the ledge following her.

Of all the brothers, he'd always been the one to begrudge Andre's role as their leader.

Of all the brothers, Andre had been the only who believed in him.

Whatever killed Andre would never have succeeded if he weren't trapped here!

He could've saved Andre.

You never did answer my question about Andre.

The only brother not to declare outright war on him, Kiki was a distant second to Andre in his tepid support of their black sheep of a young brother.

You hear about Andre?

We lost her the same night Andre died.

You're your own worst enemy, as Andre always tried to warn you.

The Ancient Andre, who became dead-dead recently, left us his fortune, as have many others before him.

It was said two of them turned on the others, aligned with evil, and only Andre had the power to kill any of the others.

Andre stopped him, and Death made him disappear.

Or how Andre died.

He didn't have Kris's noble look or Andre's delicate features.

Andre said Kris planned to do what Rhyn did and make me his mate.

He can't wipe my memory --even Andre couldn't and he's older --and he can't fix what Rhyn's done.

And then you'd have to find someone older than Andre to wipe my memory and put everything the way it was.

Andre had claimed Kris was highly combustible.

The largest statue was Andre, their eldest brother who had recently become dead-dead, standing over Europe.

Andre was too kind to kill you.

Andre alone has ever shown me any kindness.

He wished Andre had stuck around a little longer, so he could.ve asked him what to do.

Kris does a big feast here every year, and Andre used to arrange the December holiday celebration.

Each one represented a millennium, and this creature had been around longer than Rhyn.s deceased brother, Andre.

Andre had been his confidante and mentor whose guidance had helped him navigate his role as the Immortals. leader.

Were you responsible for killing Andre?

Sasha may not have pulled the trigger on Andre, but someone he knew where to find their oldest brother, who had been protecting Katie when he was rendered dead-dead.

Then there were the rules their father had created about none of the brothers being permitted to kill the others, with the exception of Andre, whose sole purpose in life was to keep the Council on track and protect them.

I have no intention of trying to be Andre.

I respected Andre, but now that he.s gone, you.re lucky I agreed to come at all.

Andre at least had that authority.

It was a word Andre had used that Rhyn never understood.

The tallest looked a great deal like Andre, the deceased Immortal she.d met a short time before he was killed.

None of us know—or care—where he went, except Andre, who saw something in him that—to this day—never materialized.

He found himself wishing again that Andre was alive.

Andre never approved of Lilith, either, but he.d never accused her of evil.

He.d learned this the hard way when Andre refused to do more than send Rhyn to Hell for killing Lilith.

Had she been his mate, Andre would.ve made Rhyn dead-dead.

Immortals only had one shot at their mates, and Andre had tried to warn him Lilith was not his intended.

Once more, he caught himself thinking of Andre and missing his brother.s—and best friend.s—guidance.

He had to do what Andre would have done.

Rhyn.s gaze fell to the dagger Andre had carried.

Andre showed no emotion, didn't even seem to see her.

She looked around, waiting for Andre or a demon to leap from her surroundings.

Certainly looks convincing.  I see why Andre recruited you.

His anger growing at the petite woman who'd taken Andre, Katie and Gabe from him, Rhyn stalked towards the door.

Andre ran beside them a short distance away.

Katie hesitated then continued onto the path Gabriel had told her to follow.  She didn't know what the creature was.  He looked like Andre, but Andre was dead-dead, which meant the creature following them was something else.

Andre's specter appeared to her right, keeping pace silently with her.

The specter pointed back towards the lake.  Katie slowed and watched Gabriel continue onward.  She'd liked Andre above any of the Council members, but his insistence that she go in the direction opposite of which she was headed puzzled her.

Andre shook his head even before Gabriel spoke.

Gabe's step faltered, and he tripped for the first time since he'd led them into the forest.  Katie's gaze went from Andre to the death-dealer.

Andre, are you really dead?  Or a ghost?

She squinted into the jungle, trying to see Andre again.  This time, he wasn't there.

Andre saw it, and I see it.

Andre always said Death was more dangerous than the Dark One, because he understood what the Dark One wanted.

Sorry, Kris.  Andre had a way with people, even Rhyn.  Without him or Katie, we can't fix whatever it is Rhyn is going to do.

Kris heard what Kiki didn't say, that only Andre had been able to keep the Council together after their father's death.  The six headstrong brothers of the Council That Was Seven had respected Andre, who was an adult when the rest of the brothers were born.

Even before their father's death, Andre had taken on the duty to raise and mentor them all.

At that moment, Kris couldn't help resenting both Rhyn and Death or hoping Death's visit to Rhyn hadn't been her way of showing support for Andre's successor.

Look, Kris, don't take our resistance personally.  Anyone who tried to step into Andre's shoes would receive the same treatment.  It's too soon after his death.

Andre's memory may live on, but I'm the one who inherited his responsibilities.

I don't know why I am the way I am.  I don't even know much of the Immortal Code, just the few key parts Andre used to lecture me about.  Loyalty to my brothers, my mate, the Immortals, humanity.  Respect for Death and her domain.  Other variations of those.

I met Gabe, and he took me to Andre, who raised me for a few years, before my brothers decided I was better off in Hell, he summarized.

Katie pushed herself up.  She raised an eyebrow at the word.  Andre pointed to the death-dealer.

Andre didn't bother to disappear, as if no longer worried the Immortal might see him.  The death-dealer looked lost for a moment then rose and strapped on his weapons.

Katie ate her food and water cubes, waiting for Gabriel.  She fingered the second necklace he'd given her, not convinced Andre was wrong.  The beads felt like plastic, and something about Gabe had changed.

Katie dumped a few of the cubes into her hand with another look at Andre.  She drew a deep breath and tossed the cubes after Gabriel.  She stopped walking as the cubes hit the ground behind him.

The ground beneath her rumbled suddenly, and she straightened, balancing herself against a tree.  Gabriel stopped ahead of her and Andre motioned her quickly away from the spot.

The crack grew fast, flying down the trail towards Gabriel.  The sound of the earth tearing grew louder.  The trees on either side of her expanded, quickly doubling and then quadrupling in size.  Afraid of being crushed between them, Katie darted off the trail towards Andre, who ran ahead of her.

Andre ran hard for a creature that was already dead.  Katie chased him, terrified of looking back when the awful sounds seemed so close.  Only when the ground stopped trembling did Andre stop.

Andre motioned her to follow him, and she drew a few more heavy breaths before following.

Andre shook his head.

You'd do what Andre did.

He wasn't sure what to say.  Andre had never spoken well of Death, but the woman in his tent seemed harmless.

It has nothing to do with living in Andre's shadow your whole life and now having the chance to prove yourself, she said with a faint smile.

Only you can't do what Andre did, what Rhyn can do.

He bristled at the mention of Rhyn in the same sentence as Andre.  One half-brother had been noble, courageous, honorable, willing to sacrifice himself for their cause.  Rhyn was the opposite.

Andre has only been dead-dead for what?

Her bizarre changes of subject made him understand why Andre hadn't liked dealing with her.  Was there hidden meaning in her words?

As much as he'd loved Lilith, Andre had told him she wasn't meant to be his mate and encouraged him to focus on his duty rather than the woman.

We would if we had Andre's dagger.  It was fashioned by Death.

I need a break, Andre.

Andre didn't return.  Katie waited longer, until the chill of the night dried the sweat that'd covered her since they began running earlier.

She walked for half an hour, until rain began to trickle through the jungle overhead.  Andre didn't reappear.

I'm beyond help, Rhyn.  I've always believed you could be all that Kris and Andre and your father were not.  Your half-demon nature makes you better prepared than all of them combined.

It had been Andre's mantra, and Kris had always done what he thought Andre would've wanted.

He'd lost them all.  Lilith, Jade, Hannah.  Even Andre.  He'd not only failed every Immortal that ever lived, he'd failed the only people he'd ever cared for.  He lay on the ground, gasping as he tangled his fingers in Hannah's hair.

Kris slowed, hearing Andre's message in Rhyn's voice.

Negotiating with Death?  Even Andre couldn't manage that.

Death was right.  Kris didn't have what it took to keep the Council together.  He may have just lost one of his brothers, because he lost focus of what he should've done.  Maybe he should've known Jade was a traitor or Hannah was a demon.  He hadn't known of Andre's danger or been able to bring the Council together to fight the demons that threatened them all.  He hadn't been able to keep Hannah safe or Toby or Katie.

What about Andre?  I know I saw him.

Father and Andre always said we were stronger together than apart.

In 1697 Andre Briie reached the island of Morfil, while in 1608 he penetrated past the Felu Falls.

It is important to notice that Baumgarten's first work preceded those of Burke, Diderot, and P. Andre, and that Kant had a great admiration for him.

His principles are expressed in the admirable letter to Andre Fremyot of October 1604.

Many sources for the history of the Normans were collected by Andre Du Chesne in his Hist.

In June 1548 a French fleet, with provisions and 5000 soldiers on board, under the command of Andre de Montalembert, seigneur d'Esse, landed at Leith to reinforce the Scots army, and laid siege to Haddington, then in the hands of the English.

Andre de Foix, at the head of the French troops, laid siege to the town in 1521 and Ignatius was one of the defending garrison.

When very young he showed his interest in the past history of his native land, and in 1617, at the age of twenty-three, he had set to work looking through archives, copying charters, and corresponding with the principal men of learning of his time, the brothers Dupuy, Andre Duchesne and Jean Besly, whom he visited in Poitou.

Ignacio, the church marking the spot where Ignatius de Loyola received his wound in defending the place against Andre de Foix in 1521.

In collaboration with his pupil Andre Reville, he wrote the chapters on "L'Emancipation des villes, les communes et les bourgeoisies" and "Le Commerce et l'industrie au moyen age" for the Histoire generate of Lavisse and Rambaud.

The Reason is the superior andre onderant element which settles the direction p p in which all the other faculties shall expand.

In the meantime, Andre had published nothing, and some of these last pieces were in fact not yet written, when in November 1787 an opportunity of a fresh career presented itself.

This was Andre, who had come on a visit of sympathy.

At sundown on the 25th of July 1794, the very day of his condemnation on a bogus charge of conspiracy, Andre Chenier was guillotined.

The same patient investigator gave his New Documents on Andre Chenier to the world in 1875.

This piece was played after the fall of the Terror, but the fratricide of Timoleon became the text for insinuations to the effect that by his silence Joseph de Chenier had connived at the judicial murder of Andre, whom Joseph's enemies alluded to as Abel.

In fact, after some fruitless attempts to save his brother, variously related by his biographers, Joseph became aware that Andre's only chance of safety lay in being forgotten by the authorities, and that ill-advised intervention would only hasten the end.

His brother, Jean Andre Tiburce Sebastiani (1786-1871), entered the army in 1806, served in the Peninsula from 1809 to 1811, and in the great campaigns of Russia, Germany, France and Belgium.

Bavarian For clerical accounts of Charles's voyage to the Holy Land see the Chronicon (c. 968) of Benedict, a monk of St Andre, and Descriptio qualiter Karolus Magnus clavum et coronam Domini.

On the 22nd of May 1200 the treaty was finally signed, John ceding with his niece the fiefs of Issoudun and Gragay, together with those that Andre de Chavigny, lord of Chateauroux, held in Berry, of the English crown.

He was for some time secretary to the duc de la RochefoucauldLiancourt, the celebrated philanthropist, and afterwards joined the staff of the Journal de Paris, then managed by Suard, and where he had as colleagues Andre Chenier and Antoine Roucher.

Le Trosne (De l'ordre social, 1777), Andre Morellet (best known by his controversy with Galiani on the freedom of the corn trade), Mercier Lariviere and Dupont de Nemours.

Instead, the pope sent out Joao Nunez Barreto as patriarch of the East Indies, with Andre de Oviedo as bishop; and from Goa envoys went to Abyssinia, followed by Oviedo himself, to secure the king's adherence to Rome.

The principal buildings of Chateauroux are the handsome modern church of St Andre, in the Gothic style, and the Chateau Raoul, of the 14th and 15th centuries; the latter now forms part of the prefecture.

See Honore Mirabeau, Les Lettres de cachet et des prisons d'etat (Hamburg, 1782), written in the dungeon at Vincennes into which his father had thrown him by a lettre de cachet, one of the ablest and most eloquent of his works, which had an immense circulation and was translated into English with a dedication to the duke of Norfolk in 1788; Frantz Funck-Brentano, Les Lettres de cachet d Paris (Paris, 1904); and Andre Chassaigne, Les Lettres de cachet sous l'ancien regime (Paris, 1903).

In this role he slays monsters, the boar Twrch Trwyth, the giant of Mont St Michel and the Demon Cat of Losanne (Andre de Coutances tells us that Arthur was really vanquished and carried off by the Cat, but that one durst not tell that tale before Britons!).

The discovery of the Bay of Rio de Janeiro is attributed by many Portuguese writers to Andre Gonsalves, who entered its waters on the 1st of January 1502, and believed that it was the mouth of a great river, hence the name Rio de Janeiro (River of January).

The former has recently been explored by Andre, who found it greatly obstructed by falls and rapids; the latter is about Boo m.

He was buried at Port Royal; in 1711, on the desecration of the cemetery, his, remains were transferred to the church of St Andre des Arcs in Paris.

For four years before 1830 Andre van Hasselt had been publishing his verses in the Sentinelle des Pays-Bas, and from 1829 onwards he was an ardent romanticist.

Among the famous dramatic pieces of this epoch was the Andre Chenier (1843) of Edouard Wacken (1819-1861), who was a lyric rather than a dramatic poet; also the comedies of Louis Labarre (1810-1892) and of Henri Delmotte (1822-1884).

See further the bibliographies to the articles on Metternich, Gentz, &c. For the latest developments of the " Austrian question " see Andre Cheradame, L'Europe et la question d'Autriche au seuil du XX.

His efforts resulted in their liberation; he went himself to Brest in search of them; and a civic feast was decreed on his behalf and theirs, which gave occasion for one of the few poems published during his life by Andre Chenier.

Many distinguished Portuguese teachers returned from abroad to assist the king at the same time, among them Ayres Barbosa from Salamanca, Andre de Gouveia of the Parisian college of St Barbe, whom Montaigne dubbed " the greatest principal of France," Achilles Estago and Diogo de Teive.

At home Portugal produced Andre de Resende, author of the Historia da antiguidade da cidade de Evora and De antiquitatibus Lusitaniae, and Francisco de Hollanda, painter, architect, and author of, inter alia, the Quatro dialogos da pintura antiga.

The letters of the well-known Greek scholar Budaeus, two of which are addressed to Rabelais himself and several more to his friend and fellow-monk Pierre Amy, together with some notices by Andre Tiraqueau, a learned jurist, to whom Rabelais rather than his own learning has secured immortality, show beyond doubt what manner of life the future author of Gargantua led in his convent.

The father of modern French history, or at least of historical research, was Andre Duchesne (1584-1640), whose splendid collections of sources are still in use.

Although his father was a Protestant, St Andre was brought up by the Jesuits at Marseilles and took orders.

Its former greatness is attested by many Roman remains, the chief of which are two well-preserved stone gateways, the Porte d'Arroux and the Porte St Andre, both pierced with four archways and surmounted by arcades.

Overlooking the river is the church of St Andre, which dates partly from the 12th century, and, till the Revolution, was a cathedral.

If he wasn't able to find Wynn, there was always Andre, who could tell him if it was there.

Maybe Andre could read the thoughts that were blocked to Gabriel.

Andre, the eldest brother of the Council That Was Seven, had been recently reincarnated by Gabriel to help in the search for demons.

Able to manipulate minds, Andre was also the much-needed calming force on Rhyn and the other high-spirited members of the Council.

Andre's calming magic had an effect even on deities.

Andre dismissed the praise with an easy smile.

Gabriel hid a smile, hearing the gruff-but-gentle disapproval of an older brother in Andre's voice.

Having played the patient sounding board to the Council members for thousands of years, Andre was adept at discretion.

Andre inclined his head.

The second was made two nights ago, after he left Deidre in the Atlanta apartment to help Andre research how to help her.

If Andre verified there was no tumor, did it matter what she was hiding?

Andre was a mind reader.

She didn't usually talk this much, but something about Andre put her at ease.

Andre leaned forward and rested the fingertips of one hand on her temple.

Vaguely, she recalled human-Deidre sat with Andre in the penthouse.

Andre was an Immortal, a friend of Gabriel.

Andre was listening patiently, relaxed and interested.

She felt Andre in her head with her, and together, they pushed away the dark wall that stood between her and her memories.

Andre asked, gaze sharpening.

Andre didn't appear to be judging her.

Andre's hand was over his mouth.

If there is any way to save her, he will find it, Andre said.

Andre pulled the truth out of her in a way that reinforced how weak she'd become.

She knew Andre to be discreet, but could even he withhold these secrets from Gabriel, the deity who raised him from the dead-dead?

Andre waited as she put on shoes.

Were Wynn and Andre both right about telling him?

Gabriel knew from his history with Rhyn that there was no love lost between Rhyn and any of his half-brothers, none of who wanted him alive, aside from Andre.

You had to tell Andre about all this, didn't you.

Despite the words, Gabriel knew Tamer was pleased about Andre's return.

All the brothers were, because Andre alone had been able to manage the different personalities in such a way that they all trusted him.

Andre's summons came a little later than Gabriel was expecting.

It was clear Gabriel's instincts about his inability to trust her were right, and Gabriel had no idea how to interpret Andre's warning.

Men like him and Rhyn didn't know how to be diplomatic like Andre.

He'd cave to Andre's advice and double-check with Darkyn about whether or not his mate owed the Dark One anything – formally or informally.

The emotion she'd admitted to yesterday – which Andre had told him as well – shimmered in her large blue eyes.

The eldest of the seven brothers, Andre was the only who supported Rhyn's petition to be recognized by the Immortals who hated the half-demon.

Andre had Wynn's patience and manner, though she sensed more genuine warmth in the man before her than she had during the tenure of her friendship with Wynn.

Her mental wheels began to move again as she grappled with not only what he'd done, but why Andre and Gabriel – who knew the truth long before she did – chose now to have it revealed to her.

His plan took Wynn, Andre, the oldest of the Healers he knew and his own magic, and the best he was able to come up with was given a one percent chance by Wynn, whose mind Gabriel stripped to the core to ensure the Immortal didn't deceive him.

By the tattooed bands wrapped around his arms --each one depicting a millennium --the creature was nearly as old as Andre, the eldest of Rhyn's brothers.

He knew his brother would disapprove but also knew Andre would view it better than jeans.

Andre's gift lent him great power and control over the mind, enough so that he had no problem recruiting spies as the others did.

Andre was no threat to the others yet had a full vote on everything the Council did.

If anyone, it was Tamer, whose isolation in Siberia and ability to outsmart Andre's spies gave him the ability to hide his actions.

He broke off their relationship when Kris took interest in him and soon after, Kris convinced Andre to banish Sasha to Hell.

Andre had raised him as much as anyone, sponsored his petition to be recognized by the immortals, cleaned up all the messes he'd never meant to make.

My brother, Andre, was the mediator on the Council That Was Seven on which my brothers sat.

I've never been as strong of an advocate for you as Andre, but I always thought you decent somewhere on the inside.

The brothers on the Council were looking for any excuse to expel or kill him, and Andre was his only advocate.

There isn't an immortal out there who'd face off against Rhyn now that Andre's gone.

Rhyn almost wished he had even a fraction of Andre's manners.

What small maternal instincts a demon could have had led her to destroy the man who took her son; then she in turn was killed by Andre.

Andre had taken Rhyn in when he was five and he fled his bullying brothers when he was ten.

Andre, however, unanimously approved Rhyn.s petition to be recognized as a son of their father when he was old enough, despite his brothers. objections.

Andre was collateral damage.

None of us know—or care—where he went, except Andre, who saw something in him that—to this day—never materialized.

Once more, he caught himself thinking of Andre and missing his brother.s—and best friend.s—guidance.

It was the dagger used to kill Rhyn.s mother, and the same one Andre would.ve used to kill Sasha for breaking his sacred oaths and trying to kill his brothers.

Darkyn suspected twisted Immortals like Sasha were rare.  One of the brothers on the Council That Was Seven, Sasha had been strategically placed to provide Darkyn more information than he'd hoped for.  Sasha's only flaw had been his madness, which ultimately resulted in his death.  Sasha had identified Ully, who was hand-selected by Andre.  While Darkyn didn't know the full details of how Andre had gotten Death to release the once-dead human, he did know Andre and Death wouldn't have done something so important if Ully wasn't the brilliant scientist he was.  It was unfortunate that Ully would be killed as soon as the three shapeshifting demons reached the underworld, but Darkyn didn't believe in loose ends.

Part of him rejoiced while another part of him thought the boon was too easily won from the creature before him.  There had to be a catch.  Death wouldn't agree to anything so easily.  He found himself wishing for the advice of Andre or Kris, men smart where he was brash.  She said nothing else and Rhyn turned away, striding out of the chamber.

The phantom of Andre appeared to her right again, keeping pace with her.  She slowed to draw a heavy knife.  It slowed with her.

Andre appeared before her suddenly, and she stopped.  The phantom looked at her then past her.  Katie glanced back without seeing anything.  The phantom had moved when her gaze returned to where he had been.  He stood a short distance away, pointed to a small hollow in a tree then took up a protective position several feet away, watching the way she'd come.

Death?  I don't rate the attention of that creature.  It was a dream.  Andre told me everything.  He also told me you never told Kris, and Kris has believed the worst about you for thousands of years.  It's a long time to bear a grudge, brother, if it's true.  Is it?

And the phantom keeping pace with them.  Katie looked over at Andre again.  The phantom seemed content, neither interfering nor trying to communicate with her.

The familiar voice – Death's voice – made Katie stop.  She watched Gabe hack down another slithering branch.  The Andre phantom stood nearby.  He pointed in a different direction once more.

The Andre phantom stood behind Gabriel, pointing again for her to leave.

Katie rolled her eyes at the gummy cubes before popping several into her mouth.  The Andre phantom settled on the opposite side of the fire from her, mirroring her cross-legged position.

And I don't feel adequate compared to Andre.

You're more than adequate, Kris.  All of us look up to you.  You don't have Andre's legacy as the family protector, but you'll find your way.  You've lost your spark.  Is this why?

The phantom Andre was squatting beside her when Katie awoke.  She jerked, surprised at how close he was.  He was real enough for her to feel his body heat, even if he was invisible to everyone but her and moved without a sound.  The fact that Gabe was sleeping a short distance away didn't seem to faze the ghost.  Instead, it pointed to something it had written in the dirt beside her.

Andre took up his position flanking her, and she shot him a look.  She couldn't imagine why a demon would want to pose as Gabriel – and insist on guiding her through the underworld.  Her limited experience with demons was that they all wanted to kill her or drag her to Hell or to Darkyn.

Katie followed, her eyes on Andre.  The phantom motioned for her to follow him instead and waved her towards the direction she recognized as leading back to the lake.

Andre's motioning grew frantic, and Katie looked down.  A small crack had begun to form where the food cubes fell.

Andre shrugged.  Katie heard nothing outside of the rasping trees.  Gabriel was gone.

Not attacking one of their brothers had been Andre's sacred rule.

Andre continued without any sign of slowing, until Katie stopped.  Her head spun and she felt sick again.  She was too tired to continue.  The phantom appeared before her, pointing.