He arched a dark brow "Alexia?"
Dark eyes studied her intently.
They entered the house and she glanced at the dark fireplace.
Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.
Her dark shining hair was pulled back loosely with bejeweled combs and hung in loose curls down her back.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.
A touch of humor lurked in Señor Medena's dark eyes, but he continued as if he didn't notice.
Her dark eyes fixed on Carmen, eagerly waiting for the rest of the story.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.
Dulce appeared at Carmen's side, dressed in a dark blue gown with a high collar.
Her pupils were large, making her eyes look dark.
A part of her might never forgive him for what he did... and that was a dark part of her personality that she didn't want him to see.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
Dulce glanced at her father and then at Carmen, her dark eyes barely veiling contempt.
The dark interior set off caution bells again.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
When she woke again, the room was dark.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
Alex's mouth twisted into a wry smile and the dark eyes that sought hers held a trace of humor.
Eureka was a dark Appaloosa with dark spots on white loins, quarters and croup.
A long train whistle sounded several times, adding to the dark mood of the evening.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
Dark bushy brows drew together over flashing blue eyes.
His face was clean shaven, but his dark curly hair was thick and unruly.
It was nearly dark and she was a good fifty miles from home.
It would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
The furnishings were of a dark wood, possibly cherry, with hand carved designs.
An unidentifiable expression lurked in his dark features as he nodded.
Thick dark lashes and a deep tan intensified the blue of his eyes, and his freshly shaven face had attractive angles.
He raised a dark brow.
Her hair sparkled in the sunlight against the dark tan of his hand.
A smile was plastered on his dark face, but it didn't reach the smoldering eyes.
She swung around to find Giddon watching Allen, his expression dark and brooding.
To her surprise, color began to invade his dark features.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
He looked tall and lean in a dark suit.
She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.
He raised the dark brow further, blue eyes twinkling with humor.
He was a tall dark figure in the night, as he stood looking down at her.
It was too dark to see his expression, but it was obvious he was watching her.
With that dark thought, she excused herself and went to her room.
To her right was a blackberry thicket laden with berries – mostly red, but some dark.
Those eyes were dark now, mostly because the pupils were large.
She stood, frozen with fear as his dark figure moved past her.
She was searching through her house for some unidentified object when a shadow emerged from the dark.
She woke with a sob, and then cried until the dark mood retreated.
In her words, "Go now so you can be back before dark."
Mom always used to want everyone home before dark – as though anything was out there at night that wasn't there during the day.
It was dark, shiny, thick and long.
The few freckles she had were magnified, but the dark circles under her eyes were a surprise.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
He was a nice enough guy - tall, dark and handsome.
Brandon focused his attention on the food in his plate, his face turning a dark shade of red.
I might meet some tall, dark, handsome man on the way, and you'd chase him off.
She couldn't see his facial expression in the dark, so it was hard to tell if he was teasing her or not.
Their kisses were usually shared after dark, but as the season progressed, that was getting later in the evening.
What do you two think you're doing out here in the dark?
Mrs. Marsh's face was white, and her eyes red and swollen, with dark circles under them.
The voice on the telephone had belonged to a middle-aged woman dressed modestly in a dark suit.
His dark eyes reflected the disapproval in his tone.
His dark eyes twinkled.
He lifted one dark brow quizzically.
She felt vindicated by the color that stained his dark cheeks.
She misjudged the distance in the dark and landed on Bordeaux's foot.
It was dark and cold.
Even if it hadn't been dark, visibility would have been less than a few feet.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dark.
The girl flirted with him under long dark lashes.
By the time we were finished it was dark and the sand was blowing so bad we might have got lost, so we stayed in the cave until it let up.
Tammy's dark eyes were serious.
Her gaze tried to outrun the headlights and then followed the broken line on the highway as it leaped from the dark and shot forward, disappearing under the truck.
As she descended the long stairway again, her palm caressed the smooth dark wood of the banisters.
This place is dark enough as it is.
Sometimes. Anyway, it's the paneling that makes the room so dark, not the curtains over the windows.
If you use the right colors, and brighten the walls with a few large pictures, or some mirrors, it wouldn't be so dark.
Maybe I can get back before dark.
I needed some things anyway and I don't mind driving in the dark.
Dark splotches hindered her vision and she paused, planting a hand firmly on the counter for support.
In the distance they were dark and threatening.
A dark form hunkered before the fire, feeding small twigs to the flames.
He sipped the hot coffee and lowered the cup, staring down into the dark liquid.
His eyes were dark and distressed.
The left side of Howie's head was absent hair and a series of three dark scars were visible.
Two blocks away we found a dark spot that catered to happy hour regulars.
Howie, ever hyper about the security of our endeavors, forbid our even discussing any interim results by phone, thereby leaving us in the dark.
He waited in the dark nearly twenty minutes before hearing an automobile approach.
It was pitch dark and rainy.
He reached a dark van and left, without lights before Howie could make out a plate number.
The storm made the forest pitch dark; therefore, searching was useless until it abated.
If we could convince him to give you free rein to helping us with him remaining totally in the dark, we'd both have what we want.
I'll locate your house and your bedroom and snatch you away in the dark of night.
But sorry, they were as in the dark as the man on the street as to source or circumstance.
Quinn returned to the hospital but Betsy and I remained at Howie's side in the pitch dark room.
Would he surmise you're as limited by the dark as the rest of us earthlings?
It's unfair to keep them in the dark on this matter.
My dark suit is back there in Keene.
It was a dark moonless night and I was too far from town for streetlights.
I must have fallen back to sleep because when I opened my eyes again, the room was nearly dark.
The place was dark and empty.
I burned my fingers because it was dark.
As a kid I was afraid of the dark and now that I'm all grown up, I don't much like being kept in the dark either.
Grasso no longer hid the knife he carried in his right hand as they moved nearly out of range to a dark, windowless van.
"Here's what we have; a dark blue or black van without side or back windows, with out of state license plates," Detective Dick said.
It was then I came to realize he killed in the dark, not face to face with his victim.
Grasso bought a dark blue van on the Internet and the guy delivered it here.
The neighbor we woke up says he's been around and he drives a dark blue van.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
He didn't come back, even when it got dark and it was time for them to go inside.
She twisted in her chair to see a man near the dark windows whose eyes were the color of her bright purple Easter dress.
His eyes seemed to swirl, around and around, changing from the color of her mother's tulips to a color almost as dark as the night.
The Watcher's hand fell away, and his gaze went to the dark side of the bay, where the little girl was already fast asleep.
He shoved open a door to the dark night and carried her to an awaiting car.
The clock blazed 3:30 in his otherwise dark condo.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
Her eyes cracked open, and she was startled to see a petite blonde woman in dark jeans standing between them.
Dusty chuckled, glad for the distraction from his dark thoughts.
There was right and wrong, good and evil, and every human but the woman before him had fallen for some temptation of the dark side.
After millennia dealing with the dark side of humanity, he didn't think there was anyone else pure left.
He'd changed into a sweater and dark jeans and gazed down at her, disapproval in his hard features.
Bianca was the epitome of adorable, her dark eyes sparkling and warm, and her sweet glow innocent and fresh.
She still looked fatigued, with dark circles under her eyes and skin pale beneath the caramel.
Clad in the dark blue uniform of the police, Travis gave a nod of recognition as he passed him.
She shook away the dark thoughts.
He looked at the slight Natural with dark hair and eyes who happened to have a doctorate in every type of science he could name.
His eyes were dark and warm like Bianca's, his frame just over six feet and still lanky, though he showed signs of starting to fill out.
It was in the middle of the afternoon, but the skies were dark grey.
Bianca focused on it and channeled her healing energy towards the dark pain.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
The devil's cold dark eyes flared and turned black.
Though his eyes were still dark, the devil appeared calm.
We did it all the time in the Dark Ages.
The dark sky stretched far overhead, no sign of morning yet visible.
She was pale beneath her warm color with dark circles beneath her eyes.
They stared towards a hallway too dark for her to see into.
"No, Jonny, I-- " He pulled her towards the dark hallway, staying close to the walls.
The dark mist slid to the floor and crept towards them.
She squinted towards the blazing buildings to see a dark figure half-trotting, half-limping towards them.
His first vision was that of Bianca's wet, pale face with dark curls stuck to her cheeks.
Jonny looked healthy and rested, his dark eyes swirling, his clothing dry and neat despite the storm.
He looked over his shoulder again at the dark landscape behind him.
Cocoa skin, soulful dark eyes, exotic features, and brilliant tattoos over his exposed, muscular arms.
Instead of ducking into the ladies' room, she pushed through the back entrance, which emptied out into a dark, rainy alley.
Her eyes went to his dark, steady gaze.
She met his gaze again, caught in the dark eyes that seemed both warm and wary.
His eyes glowed eerily in the dark kitchen.
His overcoat was slung over one arm, and he wore a wool suit over a dark turtleneck.
Darian's power had grown; the air of the room shimmered, and light and dark alike warped in the space around Darian.
Sofi says his path is dark.
I can't help feeling bad for him, Darian said, his gaze growing dark and distant.
A torn look crossed her features before she whirled and disappeared into the dark garage.
Light and dark seemed to bend to avoid him, leaving a haze around his body.
His gaze drew distant, as if he were remembering something dark.
Darian emerged from the kitchen, trailed by a small, shapely woman with dark, curly hair tied in a ponytail.
Dusty slammed the door behind him and entered the living room, his sharp gaze taking in every dark corner before he sat.
The unidentified male was seven feet tall, dark hair, with eyes that glowed like a vamp's.
The hallways were quiet and vacant, and she followed Jonny into the dark night.
She checked her weapons with scrutiny that would've made her father proud and dressed in dark clothing loose enough for her to fight.
His dark gaze was steady, his body rippling with the power she couldn't quite pin down.
A shapely woman with curly dark brown hair leaned against the railing of a paddock between the house and a large outer building.
Claustrophobic in the dark cave that had become her home, she grabbed her coat and purse and set out into the cold, brisk evening.
His dark eyes open and staring.
A drunk man staggered from a dark blue BMW.
Her eyes were fully silver, swirling and glowing in the dark bathroom.
The dark monster sat in a dark corner of her mind and sobbed so loud, she thought them real.
The drug wore off, leaving her in a dark fog, hot and sweating with a different kind of headache, the kind she got after taking a lot of Dr. Mallard's drugs.
The room was dark aside from curtains opened to allow the moon to shine through.
He touched her arm to pull her free, and she jerked as dark visions crossed her thoughts.
The air of the dark bedroom smelled of sex and blood.
She couldn't make out what was in the garden, but she heard the sounds of fountains and saw the dark green blur of a forest in the distance.
Rainy, a brooding Guardian with striking green eyes and a shock of dark hair, was his youngest station chief at a youthful two thousand years old.
If there's one thing that drives Dustin crazy, it's being kept in the dark.
She sat in the living room as masculine as he, surrounded by wood, wool, and leather in dark colors.
Jake led him into a dark wine cellar, and they paused to reload.
It was dark outside.
Was this during your dark period?
"I will never make you beg or deny you what you need," he said, gaze dark.
She stood in a dark, cold place, gazing at the hunched form in the corner.
His thoughts turned dark.
Her thoughts returned to the dead man alone in the dark room.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
"Traci found several of the vamps' stash houses here in Tucson," Rainy said, motioning them to follow him into a small, dark study humming with electronics.
Inside was the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen in a mysterious shade of dark blue sprinkled with silver sequins.
It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.
Would she spend eternity like this, doomed to knowing only the dark secrets of those around her?
He sensed the visions in her head, not surprised to see his own black memories playing on the screens on the back of her eyelids along with a dark nightmare of a man in a corner crying.
The videos running through her head were dark and disturbing, had been since she entered his world.
He sat in the dark corner of her mind, still and silent.
He's been after bad guys for thousands of years, and he's never gone to the Dark Side or quit or anything.
Dark had fallen an hour before.
He'd known love and trust only in the earliest stage of his life, when he had a family before he entered the dark age of his people.
Every year you bitch about it, he said, enjoying the distraction from his dark thoughts.
Damian gazed at the dark landscape.
He spent the night deep in thought, forcing himself to face the dark memories he'd tried so hard to bury.
The desert night was cold and dark.
The sky was dark, the stars plentiful and bright.
She saw glimpses of his shared history with Damian and Dustin and of a time before meeting them that was too dark for her to see clearly.
Jule nodded, a dark look crossing his features.
It was dark before they returned to the mansion.
She'd seen the dark side of Dusty in his home videos in the library before she told Damian about Claire.
If there was a way to make him see what was in her head … to make him remember … she focused on Damian's memories, the ones before the dark age, when he and his brother were happy.
Two continued walking, finding a narrow path in the dark and starting down it.
A dark shape moved from the rocks while three more fanned out from the sides.
Darian held his head, and she wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could protect him from the dark memories breaking free.
A hand swept the dark memories from her mind, and she sagged against Darian, feeling the same sense of peace overtake his mind.
I don't know how she reached him inside that dark maze, Damian said with a shake of his head.
She approached the window, amazed at the snow, until her gaze fell to a figure kneeling like a dark gargoyle in the middle of the white lawn.
"Welcome to your new home, love," the Dark One said a moment before his teeth sank into her neck.
She hadn't seen her new mate, Darkyn – the Dark One – since he drank his fill of her hours before and left.
The large bed was set in a similar stone bed frame and covered with dark coverings.
The Dark One's never had a mate.
But … there has only been one other Dark One before Darkyn.
Your deal holds the power of the Dark One to enforce the debt, since you are his.
The Dark One likes to control those close to him.
That he'd beat out the original Dark One in a deal did not bode well for her.
Just under six feet tall, wide-shouldered and lean, Darkyn's youthful appearance was framed by short, dark hair.
The Dark One felt like a man.
You turn down a chance to kill the Dark One?
The world around her was dark around its edges.
Deidre stopped fighting her body's cry for sleep and fell into a deep, dark slumber.
The Dark One was going to turn her Immortal.
The scars the Dark One created when he turned her Immortal were more faded today than yesterday.
She'd lost something when the Dark One turned her.
She hadn't heard him enter but doubted the Dark One used doors.
And only the Dark One.
Darkyn's dark eyes glowed.
You see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
"And you said …" "You're the mate of the Dark One.
Was that how he became the Dark One?
He out-dealt the other Dark One?
You said something similar two days ago, before I became the mate of the Dark One.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and his face was drawn.
He was on the Council until shortly after I died-dead, after which he betrayed the Immortals to work for the Dark One, Darkyn's predecessor.
I guess the time this all happened was when Darkyn took on the Dark One.
Deidre didn't think it was a good sign that she cheered on the Dark One.
I'm not the mate of the Dark One.
Did you say Darkyn is the Dark One?
One, he's letting me know he's the Dark One.
For someone like him … he never even bowed down to the Dark One.
She saw the same woman here as she did in Hell: sultry and sweet, beautiful of face with a body enhanced by the dark dress.
Distraught, she was also clearly the mate of the Dark One.
A reason why she was the only light in a very dark place.
To blunt the bloodlust of the Dark One?
An eternity in Hell at the side of the Dark One.
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