She touched his arm and he glanced up.
On his arm he carried a small basket.
The pain in his arm became more and more intense.
Alex climbed into the car beside Carmen and placed his arm protectively on the back of the seat behind her neck.
He dropped her arm and frowned.
Bordeaux lay against her back, one arm around her waist and one leg thrown carelessly over hers.
His horse had been wounded under him and his own arm slightly grazed by a bullet.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
She twisted her arm from his grip.
Giddon swung his arm out and pointed to a patch of flowers.
He dashed forward and grabbed Lisa's arm on the other side.
It was much easier to sleep with his protective arm around her waist.
He grabbed her arm, his breath warm against her cheek.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
(Marya Dmitrievna always called Natasha a Cossack) and she stroked the child's arm as she came up fearless and gay to kiss her hand.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
She gently twisted her arm free.
He grabbed her arm, pulling her in another direction.
He gently pulled his arm away and stepped back.
Brandon sat with a comforting arm around her shoulders.
With one hand the little boy clung to his sister's arm, and with the other he held his primer.
Destiny sat on Carmen's lap and Alex held her arm while the pediatric nurse inserted an IV.
I lift my arm and let it fall.
And flourishing his arm energetically he turned sideways to the officer.
His grip on her arm loosened and she stiffened as his hand slid up to her throat.
He caught her arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
There was no need to hold on to her, but his arm around her waist was welcome all the same.
His wings are as long as my arm, and his bill is as long as my foot.
My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest, bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders, or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed.
As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain.
In any case, Bordeaux slipped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
The standing army is only an arm of the standing government.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
He didn't bring it up again - not even when Jonathan was unable to get his short arm into a comfortable position to play the guitar.
His voice was rough, but the arm that encircled her waist held her gently.
The head butler, napkin on arm, was scanning the setting of the table, making signs to the footmen, and anxiously glancing from the clock to the door by which the prince was to enter.
A strong hand grabbed Carmen's arm as the band started another song.
She pulled her arm free and hurried to the house.
Brandon glanced down as he stepped around her and then grabbed her arm She smiled up at him mischievously.
She moved between Adrienne and Brandon, and put an arm around each of their shoulders.
I tried to hurry Helen out-of-doors, but she kept her arm extended, and every coat-tail she touched must needs turn round and give an account of the children he left at home, and receive kisses according to their number.
He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
He put an arm around her shoulders.
He carried a white napkin upon his arm, and held the cup of wine very daintily with three of his fingers.
There was a regatta in the Northwest Arm, in which the boats from the different warships were engaged.
Suddenly Dolokhov made a backward movement with his spine, and his arm trembled nervously; this was sufficient to cause his whole body to slip as he sat on the sloping ledge.
I've hurt my arm, he said timidly.
He has a great bundle of white oak bark under his arm for a sick man, gathered this Sunday morning.
The princess rested her bare round arm on a little table and considered a reply unnecessary.
She came into the kitchen with her purse on one arm and joined the others.
In the winter he had a fire by which at noon he warmed his coffee in a kettle; and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner the chickadees would sometimes come round and alight on his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said that he "liked to have the little fellers about him."
He shrugged into one arm of his pajamas.
He reached out and grasped her arm as she walked by.
He put an arm around her shoulders, his gaze warm and admiring.
She stepped away from him, but he grabbed one arm, turning her around to face him.
A hand touched her arm and she turned to find Nick standing there.
Tammy wrapped an arm around Lisa's neck and laid a soft curly head on her shoulder.
Mrs. Marsh burst into a fresh bout of tears, and Brandon put an arm around her, his own eyes growing misty.
Cassie cringed against Bordeaux and clutched the arm that encircled her waist.
The old Indian gripped Bordeaux's arm and nodded, his mouth working into a snaggletoothed grin.
He gave her a big hug and turned to Cassie with one arm encircling Darcie possessively.
Deidre closed her eyes as Darkyn's arm snaked out to grab her neck.
Alex hesitantly put an arm around her waist, relaxing when she caressed his hand.
Without finishing what he had begun to say he made a hopeless movement with his arm and went away.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
"No," Carmen agreed, slipping her arm around his and squeezing it.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
The arm with the IV rested across her chest and the other hung limply.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
"My dear!" exclaimed his mother imploringly, again laying her hand on his arm as if that touch might soothe or rouse him.
Berg gave his arm to Vera.
During this act every time Natasha looked toward the stalls she saw Anatole Kuragin with an arm thrown across the back of his chair, staring at her.
"Let me show you to your rooms," Felipa said, taking Carmen by the arm.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
"I'm sorry," she said, reaching for his arm.
"Yeah!" she said excitedly when he lowered her to sit on his arm.
Alex laid a hand on her arm.
Felipa finally took her by the arm.
He offered her an arm.
Jonathan tugged on Carmen's arm.
Felipa took Carmen by the arm.
She rubbed her arm.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
A strong hand shot out and grasped her arm.
"Come on," Felipa said, grabbing Carmen's arm.
Felipa put a hand on her arm.
Connie took her by the arm.
Beginning at his dusty oxfords and indigo blue jeans, her scrutiny continued up to a neatly tucked in worn white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid arm.
Lisa tugged her friend by the arm.
She tried to step around him, but he stopped her with an iron grip on her arm.
Yancey put his glass down and stood, moving around the table to take her by the arm.
She started for the patio door and he gripped her arm.
She started for the door again, but he caught her arm.
She reached out and touched his arm.
She increased her pace, but a hand grabbed her arm.
A strong hand clamped on her arm.
He grabbed her arm.
She punched him in the arm.
Adrienne reached out and touched his arm.
He winced and she put a hand on his arm.
He reached for her arm and she jerked it away from his grasp.
A strong hand gripped her arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
He released her arm.
Bordeaux had one arm wrapped fondly around the shoulders of a saloon girl.
The buggy bounced over a rock and she clutched his arm to keep from falling off.
She released his arm only to grab it again as one of the buggy wheels dropped into a pothole.
Bordeaux slipped an arm around her waist.
She piled one arm high and closed the door.
The fingers ceased their massage and he took her arm, leading her to a dry rock.
One arm tightened around her in a light hug, and then he released her, striding away after a screwdriver.
She was attached to the arm of good-looking man wearing a business suit.
This time they were on the balcony, gazing into the night, his arm around her waist.
Instantly a strong arm gripped her around the waist.
He slapped his arm.
I twisted Cade's arm to get him to come out here with me for a picnic lunch.
That was when she noticed the chill bumps on his arm.
She stretched out on the couch beside him; resting her head on his chest and he draped the blanket across her shoulders, his arm falling loosely on her waist.
And then he moved over her, his fingers sliding up her arm as it lay beside her head.
She slapped at a mosquito on her arm and glanced up at him.
She reached for the doorknob and he grabbed her arm.
His hand still held her arm captive.
"Russ," He corrected as he gripped her arm and led her to the door.
He touched her arm.
Cade stood, gently tucking Zack into the crook of his arm.
Betsy was alone on the porch but as we approached, Martha opened the screen door, her arm around a frail looking man, about five-seven, who wore an off-center toupee and a fragile smile.
I made myself comfortable on the sofa, my arm around Betsy, as we all waited for him to continue.
It has a stain on it and a rip in the arm pit.
Betsy scootched down and put her arm about him.
Remember in grade school when one of those bullies would put you in a half-nelson or whatever you call it, and twist your arm up your back?
My arm's sore too.
Martha patted his arm.
Martha touched his arm.
Quinn shouted before Martha put a restraining hand on his arm.
He grabbed the child under his arm and after dropping the now limp boy on the other side, climbed back over.
I put my arm around her and walked her to the bedroom.
I broke his arm before he could toss the match.
I put my arm around her.
I love you anyway and I've quit twisting your arm about trying to dig up the past.
Baby Claire was often in evidence in our work place, sleeping on mother's arm or in her file cabinet remodeled crib, or supping on Martha's breast.
My wife grabbed my arm.
Betsy rose, unkinked her arm and stretched.
I had to twist Quinn's arm to get Howie back to Julie's break in.
I wanted to ask questions but a medic stuck a needle in my arm.
Molly moved close to her and put her arm about her waist.
"Whoa," he said, taking my arm.
I yelled, pulling my arm away.
A Hispanic woman in green pajamas took my arm and I was led to a small cubicle.
I grabbed him by the arm, startling him.
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 hung my arm over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry for your problems," he said to Howie as he patted his arm.
Grasso now carried Molly with one arm, on his hip.
"Come on," he said, grabbing my arm.
She scooted forward, frustrated and tired, and touched Jonny's arm.
By the confidence in his voice, he expected her not only to agree, but to resume her place on his arm.
Just bit his … actually, it was his arm, right in the middle of his forearm.
A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.
Talon looked her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl before he took her arm.
She ran her fingers up his arm and back down.
Talon hauled her to her feet, holding her up by one arm when she wobbled.
Talon responded by raising her arm to his mouth.
She whimpered at the sensation of knives going through her arm and almost fainted.
"Taste," Talon said, handing her arm to the silver-haired man beside him.
The blurry man lifted her other arm and bit into it.
The devil left, and an angry Talon hauled her up, sinking his teeth into her arm again.
Pain shot through her as Talon bit into one arm.
The lackey bit into her other arm, and she cried.
She retreated to the couch and sat on its arm.
"I'm sorry, Darian, maybe I shouldn't have done that," she said, resting her hand on his arm.
He took her arm and led her to the couch, retreating to the kitchen for more cookies, water, and a bottle of painkillers.
Toni snatched Sofi's arm before she could reach him, then grabbed her as she neared.
Bianca grabbed her other arm, instincts screaming.
He paused and then snatched her arm, following the devil as he walked down a sidewalk full of frozen figures.
Uncertain but determined, he strode to the teenage girl and snatched her arm.
She breathed in nothing but water and panicked, clawing at the arm wrapped around her.
He snatched her arm.
She winced as he snatched her arm, and familiar coldness descended over her.
Dusty caught her arm as she launched forward.
He snatched her arm, and she took a swing at him.
He blocked it and the next two blows and then snatched a fist headed for his face, twisted her arm, and spun her.
He wrapped her arm around her throat as he pulled her into his body and held her there with an arm across her chest.
He wrapped one arm around her tightly.
His overcoat was slung over one arm, and he wore a wool suit over a dark turtleneck.
Jule eased away from her and took her arm.
His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood from his shoulder wound.
The needle was smaller than she remembered needles being, and she steadied her breathing before plunging it into his arm.
A knife caught her arm, and she ducked a punch in the cramped space.
The two lowered their weapons in response, and she sheathed her knives with a glance at the blood bubbling on the scrape on her arm.
She punched him in the arm, and he feigned a look of pain.
Instead of answering, she raised her arm and steadied her breath, as if she were holding a handgun.
Her father touched her arm, and fire tore through her.
Holding out her arm, she was fascinated to see the rain arc to avoid it.
He held out his arm.
As the man took her arm to help her stand, his haggard face appeared in yet another vision.
"Get away from me!" she cried, tearing her arm away.
"Laney, good to see you," he said warmly, clapping him on the arm.
Damian sat down on the arm of a leather couch, accustomed to the reaction, and pulled off his boot to drain the water.
"I've gotta get you to the hospital!" he said, grabbing her arm.
Suddenly, her bracing arm hit air.
His large hand was warm against her arm.
He touched her arm to pull her free, and she jerked as dark visions crossed her thoughts.
The warmth of his hand drifted up her arm and through her, comforting her.
His hand lingered on her arm, and she rested her forehead against his fingers, comforted for the first time in months.
When he returned, he pulled a chair from the wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away from her.
He gave her a look that said he didn't have all the patience in the world then pulled her arm free again.
Instead, she watched a man many, many times her strength gently clean the blood from her arm in unhurried, methodical strokes.
The wound on her arm was gone.
She pulled her arm from his grip and stared at it, twisting it left and right before lowering it.
His own Guardians stayed out of arm's reach of him, and humans picked up and ran.
Damian clapped him on the arm and opened the door.
Instead, he shifted and wrapped an arm around her.
She darted for the door, but he snatched her arm.
He injected the gel into her arm, and warmth spread through her.
She tentatively touched Pierre's outstretched arm.
She touched his arm.
When she was sated, she pushed his arm away.
He flung out an arm.
Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.
He held her at arm's length, forcing himself out of the cloud of desire tormenting him.
Damian glanced at the redhead and touched her arm in affectionate greeting.
The scent of his blood overwhelmed any objection she could make, and she snatched his arm.
The man with green eyes was waiting for him in the hall and touched his arm.
Dustin escorted the man into the mansion, and Pierre wrapped an arm around her as she sagged.
With a squeeze of her arm, he left her.
Dusty caught his arm and motioned for those in the library to leave.
"Pierre," her bodyguard introduced himself, clapping him on the arm.
"Down, boy," Ving said, taking his arm.
"Come on," she said, placing a hand on Traci's arm.
He slapped him on the arm and disappeared.
"I shouldn't have to tell you to tell me everything," Jule said, blocking her path with his arm.
He dropped his arm, and she picked her way through the bodies, covering her mouth to keep from vomiting.
She slid her hand up his arm and nudged the sleeve.
She touched his arm, replaying the videos.
He emerged into a busier hall and waited for her, taking her arm and leading her through the vamps.
Two took her arm, driving her onward.
She took his arm, terrified they'd shoot the lost soul.
Jule's arm shot out to block the interloper's progress toward them.
She hopped to her feet and shoved Jule's arm away, pulling Darian to the ground beside her.
He moved his arm to wrap around her and pulled her against him.
He took her arm, pulling her behind him.
Heartbroken by his return to the slave he was, Sofia was stopped from comforting him by Dustin's grip on her arm.
Sensing her fear, he touched her arm, the edge of tension dissipating.
She took its arm and helped him up.
He touched her, his hand settling on her arm.
His touch went down the side of her neck, lingered on her collarbone then continued down her arm.
He took her arm, and she yanked away from him.
Darkyn touched her arm again, his cool energy making her snap.
He slid a pointed fingernail down her arm.
She ran her hand down his arm and side, unable to shake the desire to saturate her senses with every part of him.
He locked one arm around her in response, the other holding her head.
He took her arm.
He took Deidre's arm and pulled her against him, rubbing his hips against her backside.
The second dealer was moving closer, and she couldn't free herself from the thick arm wrapped around her.
Without releasing her neck, Kin spun her and locked the arm around her body again.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body not two weeks before.
He wrapped an arm around her, securing her body against his.
Darkyn's arm slid around her when the portal closed behind Gabriel.
Darkyn took her arm.
His other arm wrapped around her while his breath was hot against her ear.
The teen took Deidre's arm and circled her.
The teen took her arm then nudged her to walk.
Deidre gripped Selyn's arm more tightly, fear spiraling through her.
Deidre squeezed her arm in reassurance, not at all certain what Harmony wanted.
One of the death dealers took Deidre's arm and waited.
She wiped an arm across her eyes.
He sympathized and put an arm about her shoulders.
Cynthia came to the rescue, taking the young girl's arm, and led her to the kitchen.
She burrowed even deeper beneath his arm.
She stopped to catch her breath and placed her hand on his arm.
Dean could do little more than put his arm around her.
Dean, towel over his arm, answered it.
Dean grabbed Fitzgerald's arm.
He turned to leave, grabbing a protesting Ginger by the arm.
"We'll take notes," Cynthia said, patting his arm.
He chuckled as he reached over Dean and patted Cynthia's arm.
Dean's arm felt as if he'd taken on half the World Wrestling Federation.
When Fred saw the Deans, he waved, patted his disappointed promenade partners on the arm and came over to the vehicle.
Dean bumped into Pumpkin Green, who was leaving, a black cape and tuxedo over his arm.
"Yup," answered Fred as his arm shot to bid.
Westlake reached over and took her arm.
Cynthia patted Fred on the arm.
As he neared the softball stands and was about to return to his Jeep when a hand touched his arm.
She patted his arm as she rose to leave.
He grabbed Dean's arm.
He tugged on Dean's arm.
He changed the subject by pointing out Brandon Westlake standing near the boys, his arm about Billy, as with animated motions he seemed to be giving last-minute instructions.
Dean took her arm as they began the slosh home.
When Dean didn't introduce himself, Faust gave Jennifer what he meant as an "old boy" pat on her arm and added, "Checking out the property one last time?"
He looked scared to death, Cynthia said, taking her husband's arm.
As he started his Jeep, Ginger Dawkins, light blue sweater slung over her arm, came up the street and gave Dean an innocent wave.
He tried to put his arm around her but she moved away.
She patted the young woman's arm.
He pulled at Fitzgerald's arm and tugged him a few feet away.
Ginger slapped his arm playfully.
Fred gave the woman a petulant little boy look but then smiled and patted her arm.
Something unspoken passed between them as Fred returned, his arm around his jailer's shoulders.
Pumpkin Green strolled into the inn, arm in arm with Billy Langstrom's female friend, Melissa.
He turned and put his arm to his eyes against the blindness.
She was saying a few pushy things I took exception to, and then she grabbed my arm for emphasis.
One arm tightened instinctively around her while he lifted the other to touch the soft skin of her neck.
He ran his hand down her arm and rested his hand at her lower back.
Gabriel took her arm and spun her back.
He lifted his arm to guide her ahead of him as the path narrowed.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Deidre looped her arm through branches and leaned out as far as she could to see the lake.
"Am I right?" he asked, bracing an arm on either side of her.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body – or the body he thought was hers - not even a few hours before.
Gabriel resisted the urge to wrap his arm around her the way he had once before.
Sensing her alarm, Darkyn's mate turned and took the arm of the girl behind her, pushing her towards the black door to Hell.
She grabbed Deidre's arm and hauled her to the other two women.
The figure's arm was raised to block the blinding light.
He snatched the arm and whirled her, arm sliding around the neck of the mysterious person.
The girl tapped his arm then held up three fingers, the sign she'd made to mean Wynn.
Wynn took Selyn's arm.
She looked out and squeezed his arm in excitement.
He nudged Gabriel's arm.
He sighed heavily and rolled over, putting an arm around Carmen's waist and snuggling close to her.
She moaned softly in her sleep and smiled, caressing his arm.
Setting Destiny back on the changing table again, Carmen pushed a shoe back on her foot and tickled her under the arm.
Alex lifted her and sat her on his arm.
He grunted, slipping an obligatory arm around her.
After the house warmed, she lifted his arm to get up.
What a shame his father saw only a deformed arm and a financial burden.
When his hand touched her arm, she moved toward him.
Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
As they headed toward the house, Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
She leaned her head back against his arm and gazed up at him.
Reaching down, he placed one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, gently lifting her into his arms.
Before she recovered from the shock, the man knocked the phone from her hand and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.
After several more grabs, he finally caught her arm.
The man's arm came back and then forward in a jab.
As she sank to the floor, a strong hand gripped her arm.
She put an arm around his shoulders.
She reached out and gently shook his arm.
Retrieving her robe from the bed, she was about to put it on when his hand captured her arm in a steel grip.
If he would only put an arm around her when they slept, like he used to, she might feel better.
Instead of putting an arm around her waist and drawing her close, he turned away from her.
He let lose of her hand and slipped an arm around her shoulders.
Throwing an arm around his waist, they walked to the house together.
She grabbed his arm and shoved her foot into the stirrup his foot had vacated for her.
He put an arm around her waist and drew her close.
She smiled and reached out to squeeze his arm.
The name on his arm lit up again.
He caught her wrist, and a strange energy moved up her arm.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his body.
He wrapped one arm around her instinctively.
She sat on the arm of the sofa.
One arm locked around her while his other hand covered her mouth.
His heartbeat was strong and steady, the thick arm wrapped around her as it had been when he held her after they'd made love for the last time before falling asleep.
Taking one arm gently, he turned her back to him and pushed her hair away to read the tattoo.
The man's arm wrapped around her and pulled her out of the hiding place.
He understood why Rhyn never let Katie out of arm's reach when they were in the same room.
Harmony gripped his arm, fear crossing her face.
"Gabriel," she said, taking his arm with both her hands.
Deidre retreated, but he took one arm before planting a hand on her head.
"We'll talk later," Wynn promised Deidre, squeezing her arm.
Deidre's gaze fell to his shapely shoulder, thick bicep and roped forearm as he extended one arm high enough for Katie to walk under.
She grimaced and submerged her arm to the elbow to reach the twinkling gem.
"Deidre," Gabriel took her arm, halting her.
One bicep filled the hollow of her neck while his other arm was tight around her midsection.
He didn't release her, instead drawing up the arm she used as a pillow to force her head against his shoulder.
His arm fell away, and she repositioned her neck over his bicep.
She tossed the coat over her arm and turned.
"I'm going to get us home," he said gently and squeezed her arm.
He slapped Rhyn on the arm.
He leaned against the counter beside her, his arm touching hers.
Your left arm, two teeth and the trench coat?
It was muted black, made out of material smoother than silk that draped over her arm like a second skin.
"Ma'am, your kid," a woman said, taking her arm and pointing with a look of such judgment that Katie reddened despite herself.
"Lady, you can't just leave him!" the first objector said, grabbing her arm.
She pinched her arm.
You fell, and I tried to catch you, but then you kind of veered to one side and I grabbed your arm but then you --
He squatted beside her, wrapping her arm in a clean white towel before he rose and strode to the desk along the far wall.
She glanced down to watch the blood stream down the drain then held up her arm.
He held out an arm she ignored, instead marching past him.
He spun her to face him and pulled her against him with one arm while his other took hers to the side for a waltz pose.
He gripped her arm.
She caught her balance against the arm of a sofa.
She felt two tiny bites on her arm, and suddenly electricity flew through her.
"My left arm for a bite…" Jared groaned.
Her air supply cut off, she tore at the hand holding her until the skin on his arm fell away to reveal smooth, black skin more akin to a reptile's than a human's.
Sasha flung his arm around.
She slammed her elbow into his ribs, and he chuckled, locking his other arm around her.
One grabbed an arm and took a bite.
Uneasy, she started to move away, but he grabbed her arm to keep her wrist in place and tore into it.
Horrified, she stumbled into the bathroom for a towel, wrapped her arm in it, and collapsed, sobbing.
He watched blood ooze from her arm.
He whipped off his T-shirt and wrapped Katie's arm.
She rose and flinched, expecting agony as she moved her arm.
Katie sat back with a contented sigh, gaze dropping to her arm.
"He brought you here," the woman said, her eyes on Katie's bandaged arm.
You'll have full use of your arm, even if it's scarred.
She dropped her arm and gazed up at him, troubled and lightheaded.
Her words were accompanied by a punch to his arm, one that merely earned her an impatient look.
Might try to chew through my other arm.
You won't even apologize for my arm, will you?
So you repay me for rescuing you by eating my arm.
He gripped her arm hard and stepped in front of her, his size sending a tremor of unease through her.
She pulled her arm away and returned to the Sanctuary.
When he released her, he touched her arm.
One arm looped around her and she braced herself against his chest, vaguely realizing that --by not refusing him the day before --he'd taken her response as a blank check.
He tensed as they stepped through the portal, clutching her against him with one arm, and she blinked.
His arm loosened, and she hurried to Ully, who grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room.
He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against him.
He propped his head with one folded arm, silver eyes glowing at her.
He beamed a smile and offered his arm, which she accepted.
"When you see your room, you'll totally feel better," he said, and held out his arm.
Gabriel clapped him on the arm, and Rhyn shook his head to clear the anger.
"Rhyn—" She started forward, and Gabriel held out an arm to block her.
Furious and terrified, Katie planted both her hands on his arm to push it away with no success.
Rhyn snatched her and wrapped his arm around her, lifting her out of the mud and farther back onto the trail.
He gripped her arm and pulled her against him once more.
She sighed and held out her arm, setting the perfume on the table as she sat.
She rubbed the lumpy scar on her arm, her attention caught by the sight of a jaguar dropping from a tree branch to the edge of the park and the forest a short distance away.
He rose and crossed to Toby, looping his arm around the baby angel and resting him on his hip.
Panic churned within her, and she was about to cry out for Rhyn when Jared snagged her arm.
Their gazes followed the drops of blood as they fell from her arm to the marble flooring.
She held up her bloody arm.
The bloodied arm was making her unusually lightheaded.
The jaguar launched itself at the child, and Toby.s scream shattered the quiet morning as its jaw clamped on his arm.
Sasha shouted, snatching her arm and hauling her up.
The slash in his arm was deep, and maroon blood bubbled into the snow.
Instead, he focused hard on cleaning up her blood and bandaging her arm before the scent drove him too wild to control himself.
Sasha.s gaze took them both in, his eyes settling on her bandaged arm before he forced himself to look at Toby.
He recognized the healer by the amount of bands winding around his arm.
He released the healer whose arm he held.
He trailed as Rhyn led him toward the brightest portal, and Rhyn took the healer.s arm to hurry him along.
With her arm bleeding, she couldn.t risk drawing the attention of the Immortals by taking the front stairwell even to meet her sister.
As usual, Katie felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of her sister that only grew when Giovanni—Hannah.s handsome fiancé—circled the car to take her arm and lead her to the stairs to the castle.
"It would be my pleasure to show you around," he said and held out his arm.
Her bouncy blond curls brushed his arm as she turned her head to take in the tapestries and look up at the murals on the ceilings.
Katie awoke to the healer.s cool touch on her arm.
He trotted down a set of black lacquered stairs, an iPad tucked under one arm.
His first few blows were deflected, but the third slashed Sasha.s arm.
Hannah clung to her arm as they entered the hallway.
Hannah draped an arm over her, gasping for breath.
Kiki grabbed his arm and yanked to get his attention.
Kiki tucked his iPad under his arm and opened a portal through which all three went before Rhyn followed.
She rubbed her scarred arm and glanced up at the sky, which had begun to lighten.
He snatched one arm and she sprayed him with the perfume.
He strode to her and snatched her arm, squeezing until it hurt.
He snatched her arm and sheathed his knife.
Carefully, she rolled Iliana onto her back and propped up her injured arm again.
"Come on, lover boy," Rhyn said and slapped his brother.s arm.
As if sensing what he intended to do, Kris took his arm.
In Hell, dead-dead, I cut off her arm and I brought to Kris—
The death dealer emerged from the hall running between the two wings, the trembling form of Lankha held under one arm like a bag of cement.
Rhyn took the small creature under one arm.
Katie planted both her hands on his arm to push it away.
Rhyn flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with one arm.
He lowered his arm enough to see his determined brother, unsteady on his feet with one arm in a sling.
She crossed her arms and sat on the arm of the couch, pinning him with a withering look.
It twisted its odd little face to look at her and sniffed at her arm with its small trunk.
She tucked the creature in her hands under one arm and left the small room for a long corridor in similar dark grey which glowed more brightly from indistinguishable light sources.
He grabbed Kiera with the other arm and flung her over his shoulder.
For once, she hadn't corrected his English, only nodded once more and held out her arm for the bracelet.
What had appeared to be a thick, gold, hard band of about three inches in width had molded around her arm and felt no heavier than the clothing she wore.
She waved her arm band, and the door opened.
"Neat little things," Evelyn said with some excitement as she placed hers on the chair's slender arm.
Another hand clamped around her arm and snatched her away.
Given his guard of four warriors and his unfriendly gaze, maybe she should be grateful someone wrenched her arm off to get her away from him.
He took her free arm and drew her away from his brother.
Kiera rubbed her arm with a small wince and forced herself to turn away.
She looked at the band on her arm, then down the hall toward Kiera before propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him.
"I feel like I should've warned her about the arm band," she said.
He dropped his arm and stepped away.
One, your arm band.
She held up her arm, uncertain how to release it.
He dropped his arm from the door and took her forearm.
Kiera watched as he slid the band over his right hand to settle it at his wrist before stripping his own band off his left arm.
He released her and snatched her arm, starting down the hall.
He snagged her arm and pulled her down the hall.
He wrapped a thick arm around her and pulled her against him until her back was pressed against his chest.
Kiera roused herself, climbed to her feet, and stretched before the prisoner snagged her arm once more and began the quick pace again.
The prisoner took her arm and pulled her forward.
The prisoner's arm was locked around her.
At last, she reached for his arm.
She held out her arm instead.
He relaxed and tested the muscles of his arm again, dissatisfied with being injured.
Kiera spun and darted down the hall, snatching Talal's arm and pulling her around the corner before Ne'Rin saw them.
Her sword arm shook, and her legs were rubbery.
He moved behind her, keeping within arm's distance.
Before she could move, Kiera's arm was caught by the man beside her.
Talal took her arm before she could reply.
She turned to leave, and he caught her arm.
His words were accompanied by a squeeze on her arm painful enough to make her gasp.
Her hands shook as she manipulated the configuration to arm the shields around it.
One took her arm, gesturing at the armband.
She pushed the light away and shrugged, pulling her arm free.
One handed her a water canteen, and she drank long and deep, not stopping even when another took her arm and pulled her forward.
He wrapped one arm around her and touched her ear with his other hand, depositing a translator there.
He took her arm and led her through the crowd into the night.
He rose and took her arm, leading her into one of the small bedrooms, where a grey bed awaited her.
She touched her bruised cheekbone and realized doing so exposed her black and blue arm.
The warriors grabbed her and passed her up the hall before he took one arm and another warrior her other.
Kiera grunted as she hit the ground, and he wrapped an arm around her.
Mansr's shoulders shook, and she took his arm, alarmed.
"Water!" he replied, throwing his arm toward the canyon.
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