She narrowed her brow at him.
Brandon raised a brow at Adrienne.
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.
One dark brow lifted in silent query.
The way her brow furrowed when she wasn't pleased with the canvas, then the expression of satisfaction when her brushes cooperated.
She narrowed her brow, confused.
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.
"What mortal doesn't fear death?" the Watcher asked, his brow furrowing.
Linda's brow furrowed, but she held out her hand.
"I went through the shadow world?" she asked, brow furrowing.
His features were chiseled, masculine and firm, his brow low and slashed with two dark eyebrows.
Her brow knitted together as her eyes took in Lana's clothes.
Weariness settled on her brow as she rubbed her eyes.
One dark brow lifted.
"The Emperor returns these Austrian banners," said Bilibin, "friendly banners gone astray and found on a wrong path," and his brow became smooth again.
He arched a dark brow "Alexia?"
"June," Brandon responded, raising a brow at Adrienne.
She reread the entry, brow furrowed.
As if sensing the weight of the word, he turned, brow furrowed.
Her blood smelled sweet, and the oddly charged aura around her made his brow furrow.
She wiped sweat from her brow with a shaking hand.
His brow was low and his eyebrows dark, making his unwavering gaze even more intense.
Dean mopped his brow with his arm, in spite of the cold of the evening.
Elisabeth laughed and arched a brow at him.
Her brow furrowed in guarded curiosity as he stared at her.
A dark brow lifted.
Slowly he took the shining star from his own brow and placed it upon that of the Princess.
In our bodies, a bold projecting brow falls off to and indicates a corresponding depth of thought.
Raising a brow, Señor Medena spoke with exaggerated patience.
He lifted one dark brow quizzically.
She watched him mop his brow again.
He quirked a brow at her.
The lips twitched and a brow quirked.
A brow quirked and he motioned to the bench.
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.
Cora followed her gaze, brow furrowed.
Chiseled to perfection, covered in olive-hued skin, with a low brow, piercing gaze and strong jaw …His nearness made her feel hot.
The Immortal glanced up from his laptop, brow furrowing in irritation.
He lifted a brow, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Alex raised a brow at Carmen and she smiled.
With a low brow and piercing gaze, gravelly voice, a perfectly sculpted body and rugged features, Gabriel was the sexiest man she'd ever seen.
Her brow furrowed at the odd sentiment.
My world is very different, she said, brow furrowing.
Alex glanced down the line of stalls and quirked a brow at Carmen.
Their pleasure banished the anger from King Frost's heart and the frown from his brow, and he, too, began to admire the painted trees.
It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow, unless he sweats easier than I do.
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.
One brow shot up.
Finally he arched one brow and turned back to the roast.
He lifted a brow inquisitively.
Giddon lifted a brow at Lisa.
He raised a brow inquisitively.
He slowed down beside them and lifted a brow to Adrienne.
Rachel raised a brow and for a moment, Adrienne thought there would be a lecture.
Jule's brow furrowed, and Sofi smiled.
Deidre watched him, brow furrowed.
Sweat coated his exposed chest, and he wiped his brow with his forearm.
His gaze was just as intense, his brow low, but his features not as heavy as A'Ran's.
The etchings of age, pain, and sorrow were upon his brow and cheeks.
Katie raised a dark brow, her eyes twinkling with the very devil.
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.
Jenn's brow furrowed, but she responded quickly.