Going-to Sentence Examples
What are you going to fix?
I'm going to make myself a sandwich and get back to work.
He was silent so long that she decided he wasn't going to answer.
We're going to have a baby, not a sin.
You're going to have a little brother or sister.
What time are we going to leave tomorrow?
It was going to be nice having nothing to do but enjoy their little family for the next two weeks.
All the girls have the opportunity of going to college while the money is still there.
I know you're not going to be right 100% of the time.
Did you call me to get my opinion or to tell me you're going to take the job?
AdvertisementI'm going to turn in.
I'm going to take a warm shower.
I'm going to go get a part.
For a while she was going to be far too busy.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
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Are you going to change?
How long is this going to be your dirty little secret?
It isn't going to get any easier, so I'd better shape up.
You do realize that if it's a girl, we're going to be unevenly matched.
AdvertisementI'm going to bed early.
Dad said we were going to watch some horses race tomorrow.
He wasn't going to buy it.
Alex was going to college when his parents died in the plane crash.
I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to arrive.
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If their meeting today was any indication, this visit was going to be interesting - if not uncomfortable.
I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
I'm sorry, but you weren't going to speak in your behalf.
What are we going to do today, Dad?
For a minute there I thought you were going to bolt and run.
And he's going to take you to his room after the dance.
Dancing with someone that tall was going to be... interesting.
Are you going to tell me who he is?
You weren't going to introduce him to me... or Tessa?
I'm going to bed.
I think everyone was guilty of staring at her at least once - if for no other reason, wondering if she was going to fall out of her dress.
It was a good thing they didn't change after church, because everyone at the table was dressed as if going to church.
Was that why she looked like she was going to cry?
If you don't remember where you buried the bone, it isn't going to be much help when you get hungry later.
Alex, I'm going to look at a house with your father.
I'm going to take Destiny and Jonathan down to say good-bye.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
That wasn't going to be the answer, and he must know that by now.
They were home now - everything was going to be better.
His excuse for going to Columbia had been that they needed money.
It was in his nature, and it was something that wasn't going to change.
I'm going to feed the chickens.
Still, hiding from them wasn't going to solve anything - especially for his sisters.
Accusing him and storming out the door wasn't going to make him want to stay.
I did and I thought he was going to bite my head off.
We're going to take Destiny to the hospital.
Not that it was going to help.
Maybe it wasn't Dulce he was going to see.
This time she wasn't going to wait for him to romance her.
She was going to romance him.
I sure hope you're going to deliver what you've been promising all evening.
How long are you going to put up with this?
Maybe it was good for them - I don't know, but I don't think it's going to be good for you - or Alex.
They had been married almost five years, so... that meant the baby was conceived long before they met - about the time he and Tessa were going to get married.
All that was true enough, but remaining bitter about it wasn't going to improve their relationship.
I was going to tell you - as soon as I had a handle on it.
So they were going to question her.
Len's face was pasty white and for a moment she thought he was going to throw up.
I'm going to be sick.
We're going to take you to the hospital.
As for sitting around doing nothing, I'm going to do something about that.
Well, are you going to let me in?
I'm not going to hurt you.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
She was intruding, but it soon became obvious that Sarah wasn't going to sit down until everyone else was seated.
You're going to make yourself sick.
When you're only going to work for the summer, you can't be too picky.
I'm as ready as I'm going to get.
Oh, I was going to ask you.
I was going to explore this path.
She had him at bay and he was going to pay for his belligerent behavior.
He was willing to admit he was wrong, but he wasn't going to grovel.
If he was going to start throwing things, she had no intention of staying there in the kitchen alone with him.
Sarah and Tammy were putting up groceries when Lisa announced she was going to take a walk.
Everything was going to be all right.
How about going to a dance tonight?
Nothing was going to ruin this magnificent day.
Len is going to take care of the details for me.
I've already discussed my plans with Mom, and she's going to watch Tammy.
He might as well learn that he wasn't going to dominate her.
Maybe he was going to show her he could be a nice guy too.
Well, if he's under there, he's going to be stuck there for a while.
Since they were all dressed up, she assumed they were going to church together.
Are you all going to church this morning?
I miss that and I'm not going to be held back simply because you're afraid to have me wandering around on my own.
I'm going to go to the house this evening and get a few things.
You're going to have some bruises.
He's going to take me to where we left my car last night.
I'm going to head out that way.
Look, I'm going to go back to the house and pack my things.
Aren't you going to eat lunch?
She'll be going to college next month.
If you don't open this door I'm going to kick it open.
It's a part of me, and if we're going to have anything together, you're going to have to accept it.
You told her you weren't going to let me go back to college.
I would never stop you from going to college or doing anything else you wanted to do.
I'm not sure, but I think it's going to be fun finding out.
No, he wasn't going to hurt her.
I guess he's going to use it in his business.
That one's going to beat you home.
I'm going to take you for a ride up there and show you some land.
It wasn't as if she was going to chase after him.
The minute he detected something more than a platonic relationship, it was going to be good-by friendship.
I'll take their stupid pills, but I'm going to eat what I like.
We're all holding down jobs and going to school, Dad.
Well, if Brandon wasn't going to come to her aid...
But what you going to do when you have children of your own?
You're going to be too sore to walk tomorrow.
Was she going to have her career and him as well?
They're not going to kick us out.
She was going to have her lifelong dream as well as the dream she had recently developed - a life with Brandon.
You're going to wear it out just looking at it.
In the second place, I'm not going to play doctor.
I'm not qualified, Brandon, and I'm not going to get this started, so forget it.
Maybe you could even talk him into going to the doctor - or at least calling the doctor.
She had come this far, and nothing was going to stop her now.
Are we going to have one of these relationships where we have to constantly prove our love to each other?
Brandon needed her full support, and he was going to get it.
I'm going to stay here with mother.
If he wanted the relationship to end, she wasn't going to cling to him shamelessly.
He wasn't going to do this.
I'm not going to put it before Mom.
But he said he was going to finish his schooling.
Of course, once she had convinced everyone else what a foolish move it would be, how was she going to convince herself that she didn't need Brandon in her life?
She wasn't going to let them all make her feel guilty.
He wasn't going to mess up her interview.
From now on I'm going to get a new map every time there's a change.
Getting upset about it wasn't going to change anything, though, so she forced a grin as she met the troubled gaze of Fritz.
He's going to be ridin' with us to Ashley.
What are you going to do when you find him?
I thought you were going to live off the land.
If you throw one more dead animal at my feet, I'm going to beat you over the head with it.
She was going to say that the bitter note in her tone was for someone who had betrayed her, but the whole world didn't need to know about their shame.
Are you going to help me into my wagon today?
She was spoiling the men, but her decision to start home from Ashley was going to leave them in the lurch.
Still, leaving them wasn't going to be easy for her either.
I hope you guys enjoyed supper, because this is going to be my last trip.
What are you going to do?
Bordeaux, are you going to throw in with the Army again?
I was going to tell you when we got to Ashley.
Where are you going to live?
He wasn't going to leave until she did as he told her, so she removed the lid and tipped the canteen to her lips.
Pete was going to be the deciding factor, and all eyes turned to him.
They were depending on her and she wasn't going to let them down.
If he wanted to discuss her father, it was going to be a one-sided conversation.
It's going to be all right, Cassie.
She was going to get him killed.
Apparently he wasn't going to tell her he had killed the Indian to get his horse back.
We're going to stay here for the night.
We're going to eat before we leave, and you're going to act grateful.
Had he told them he was going to get her?
Only she wasn't going to lie down and give up like her mother.
She tried not to think of Bordeaux, instead focusing her attention on the twins and what she was going to say to her father.
He wasn't going to give in until she ate a little crow.
I can't believe you thought I was going to marry her.
You're not going to sleep a wink tonight.
For a second she thought he was going to smile.
Nothing is going on and nothing is going to happen.
The evening was long and she was grateful when Cade announced he was going to bed.
She wasn't going to be able to sleep any more.
The way he was looking at her - was he going to kiss her?
Claudette was going to get a piece of her mind.
It's inevitable that two people living in the same house are going to be at odds sometimes, but from now on I'll never feel completely safe.
Surely she wasn't going to faint.
A burning sensation began in her throat and she realized she was going to heave.
It wasn't bad enough she had to pitch her cookies in front of him, now she was going to cry.
You're not going to throw up again, are you?
Of course, if he was already going to the store to get something...
Was he going to say something about the fact that she wandered too far from the house?
Was he going to wait until later?
You're not going to lecture me about it?
A lump was forming in her throat and she was afraid she was going to retch.
I'm going to move some of them over there.
I'm going to go wash up.
Everything was going to be all right now.
Nothing is going to happen - not tonight or any other night.
I just convinced myself we were going to make it right.
He doesn't know - and I'm not going to tell him.
Because he doesn't want to get married and I'm not going to force him into it by making him feel guilty.
Then what are you going to do?
It was going to be hard enough to work at the diner, but it was something she was going to have to do.
There were more important things to think about at the moment - like how she was going to support a baby on her meager wages.
How was she going to feed a baby?
I was going to come out this weekend and talk to you.
You were going to propose?
I can see right now that I'm going to have to be more explicit when I talk to you.
Then I started worrying about how I was going to take care of the baby and how much it would miss because I didn't have the money to...
Betsy, I'm not going to explain the facts of life to a guy pushing forty!
It's going to take an open mind on everyone's part, believe me.
It's going to be late by the time he finishes.
Is Howie going to take this business further?
He was considering going to school but undecided about course study.
Am I going to tell the world Lizzie Borden really did it?
I appreciate what I've put you people through but after this afternoon things are going to be different.
What are you going to do with this... gift?
What are we going to do?
This sort of speculation is going to intensify.
This is going to happen.
You're going to tell us Howie isn't a virgin anymore, aren't you?
Are you going to release the description?
He was going to be a priest!
I was going to tell you about Molly.
I'm going to adopt her as soon as Julie and I get married.
I don't suppose you're going to come out of the closet and give me an exclusive.
Are you going to insist that Howie admit to her what we're doing at Econ Scrutiny all day; not just counting sheep births and soy bean crops?
He's going to find us, Ben!
Okay, I love Howie Abbott and I'm going to marry him.
No, I'm not going to kill her.
I'm just going to talk; woman to woman.
Let's get started; it's going to be a busy day.
The guy is going to pay.
He's stalking us and he's going to be successful if Miss Julie spills the beans.
She's as upset as a jilted lover over Quinn's attitude and I'm afraid she's going to do something irrational.
There's nothing that's going to scare you.
I think she understands if Quinn learns what Julie did, he's going to blow his stack.
You're all drugged up but they say you're going to be fine.
But he's absent minded 'cause he forgets he's got a full refrigerator of stuff that's going to rot and stink up the place.
No one's going to storm in here and arrest you are they?
When Jude Bryce hears how his brother died, presumably avenging their arrest, he's going to announce it was the psychic tipster who killed him!
There was no way I was going to brief Howie on all that had happened, how his living room is covered in blood and his house has been ransacked; not in his present state of mind.
There was no way I was going to bed.
Like that's going to satisfy the police...
I don't know what's going to happen Ben, but I want to stay here in Keene.
I was just going to call you for a next of kin name.
We're just going to have a discussion.
I considered going to the hospital myself until I entered my room.
I'm going to get him.
It was the longest second of her life, until she realized he wasn't going to pull the trigger.
He sensed she wasn't going to budge this time and relented.
I have to, because Damian's going to be gone for another week and a half, and then a lot of bad stuff is about to happen, but whatever.
Someone's going to ask you a question tomorrow morning.
Any minute now Darian's going to beat down your door.
What are you going to do with me?
You're just going to kill me, she said in a tiny voice.
I'm not going to hurt you, Bianca.
Dusty's not going to kill him?
He was quiet for a moment, his thoughts going to the life he'd lived before the Schism.
After all, he wasn't going to live long enough for his feelings to matter.
I don't know if he's going to try Saturday or if he's just flexing his muscles.
Darian's probably going to ask you if he can go visit the cat.
We're going to need all the help we can get.
I'm going to the gym.
He's going to kill me anyway.
This time, Dusty was going to kill her for losing his car.
Are you going to teach him to use it?
I'm old enough, and I'm going to protect you from bad guys.
You're not going to like it.
He had a feeling the worst was going to happen, and the sense he wouldn't be the only one who died this weekend if he had to depend on Darian made him feel sick to his stomach.
Dusty was going to kill all these people if he didn't figure out how to fix them.
He's going to kill me.
And he was going to be a father.
We are going to fight them, she recited.
Your target is in this house, and you're going to lay there?
I'm going to do my best to kill him before he kills you.
His calm voice assured her he wasn't going to pass judgment on her gift.
No matter what, she wasn't going to be defenseless again.
Besides, I'm going to help you get started.
You're not going to fight any of them.
But what exactly are we going to do?
You're going to open the gateway.
She wasn't going to save humanity.
She was going to help him enslave humanity.
We're going to the site tonight.
We're just going to chat.
She waited until the vamps were gone before going to the gym, not wanting to tempt any of them to attack her while she was half-naked and distracted.
She could almost see him standing before his mirror practicing the line before going to the bars to pick up chicks.
She was going to die.
Are you going to get up?
He said he was going to drain all my blood out.
Are you going to teach me to fight?
Are you going to town?
Then you're not going to eat.
Like the night before, he wasn't going to let her sleep.
He rubbed his face, mind going to Dusty.
Traci's going to be okay.
He's going to break his leg tomorrow.
We're going to test this.
He was going to Damian.
The day kiri grows tired of him, he's going to my behavior modification training, Dusty assured him.
If, for some reason, she was stuck here forever, at least he wasn't going to hurt her, as long as she followed his rules.
There was no way she was going to learn more.
She'd promised herself she wasn't going to cry today.
There was no way a creature like Darkyn, who valued control over everything, was going to let her talk to Zamon.
The Dark One was going to turn her Immortal.
He wasn't going to abandon her, too, was he?
She wasn't going to give him an excuse to attack her.
This place, him, her situation – they couldn't be, or she was going to go insane.
But if they told her she was in danger, she was going to listen.
I wanted to see what you would do when confronted with the man you thought you were going to return to, he replied.
He was going to fold.
I'm going to check your reflexes.
I was going to Darkyn myself to make a deal to save you.
I was going to ask you to help me get home.
You aren't going to ask me?
She wasn't going to spend her eternity with someone who didn't care for her.
She didn't know what the former deity sensed, but she wasn't going to stick around too long to find out.
Now, we're going to Hell.
If you don't mark 'em all with rocks we're going to miss a turn on the way out and end up god-knows-where in the middle of the earth someplace.
And I'm not going to tell.
If I'm going to be your campaign manager, leave the business to me.
I thought last night you said we were going to be honest.
What are you going to do when you reach California?
Only he wouldn't tell me what we were looking for, like it was going to be a joke and it would scare me.
We're going to forget about spankings and I'm going to show the town my new cool pants while we all go to dinner.
That's what we're going to do.
David is going to find out who the guy in the mine is.
He didn't show any anger at all, just disappointment—not so much at my going to the quarry as lying to him.
Jen's going to have a baby.
Randy quickly added, "We're going to get married."
Randy continued, "Ma's going to be... ."
Sure, she's going to be shocked.
My own son, going to be a father!
I'm going to be a grandmother!
You're going to have a little grandchild, that's what you'll have.
Looks like this chore is going to cut into your garage sale and auction time.
First off, I'm going to find out who owns that mine.
You're going to call them?
Is money going to be a problem?
Aren't you going to invite me in?
You're going to be in the dark all day.
It's going to be.
If you're going to return to chasing bad guys, you'd better think about getting in shape or you won't be catching any of them.
If he was going to be serious about full time law enforcement, he should commit to doing it right.
I'm going to find out if it's human.
What are you going to do with the finger?
You're going to have to do much better than that, Mr. Dean.
Not just, 'what are you going to be when you grow up, little girl?'
Right then and there I decided I was going to marry him.
We talked about writing a will, but it was one of those things you never get around to doing—we're all going to live forever.
Ouray was going to be our place together.
Finally, he asked, "What are you going to do with the land if you win the case?"
Getting someone to buy all this nonsense is going to take some campaigning!
I'm not going to ride in some old buggy and make a fool of myself!
Are you going to continue to play detective and grill the poor woman, or is this a fun trip?
I guess this is how it's going to be—once you're sheriff.
Cynthia said, "Fitzgerald didn't even know he was going to run for sheriff until he became irritated at David."
I'm going to take a chance and go.
Does this mean you're going to vote for me?
Martha's going to be fine.
I'm going to put a stop to it.
Any hint what she's going to do?
You're going to wish you'd never bothered to run for election.
He was furious and plowing into that tourist isn't going to improve his temperament.
Fitzgerald told me he's going to spring you tomorrow morning.
I'm not going to leave you like this.
Then he added, Congratulations. Looks like you're going to be running unopposed.
You ain't going to like this.
Fitzgerald isn't going to withdraw as a candidate?
God, I'm going to get dragged into this, I know it!
I heard he was going to give them out after the sale, after the trunks sold, but the keys all got mixed up so he simply tossed them.
Were you going to bid on the bones?
He wasn't going to hurt us!
Finally, Lydia said, "I told your wife I was going to ask you," then added, "I really underestimated that woman."
If you're going to go to work for the woman—and God knows she needs your help—she has to agree to the rules of engagement.
If you're going to work for this woman, it's best we all know where we stand.
The creature that refused to bow down to the Dark One was not going to allow itself to become blood-dependent upon a mate of human origin.
Pleased with herself, she began to think being human wasn't going to be so hard.
It was going to be much more pleasurable than she imagined.
I think you like going to the farmer's market in the morning.
She wasn't going to have much time to prepare herself, either.
Darkyn was never going to let his newest treasure go, but Deidre didn't intend to lose her deal.
I'm going to do this my way.
I was going to die in a few days.
She wasn't going to fall under the spell of Gabriel's strong body, his passion, his taste.
Darkyn isn't just going to kill her?
She nodded, gaze going to her tea.
Lying to him about what happened in Hell is going to break bad for you, Deidre.
A secret this size – where the Dark One takes a mate – is not going to stay secret long.
He wasn't going to understand what she'd done.
His mate wasn't going to die after all.
You know what I'm going to do, Andre?
I'm going to kill demons and collect souls, until I set things right.
Even if she managed to save the souls and win Gabriel, the truth was going to ruin everything.
She wasn't going to reveal her secret unless she had to.
You're going to warm up, Deidre.
She really was going to get sick from the cold and being soaked.
Any pain she caused was going to be short lived and quickly fixed, when she revealed herself to Gabriel once more and told him they could be together.
He also wasn't going to let the Dark One hurt or threaten or even talk to his mate ever again.
I'm going to meet with Darkyn.
Darkyn had gone through the process to blood bind Deidre; he wasn't going to let his only source of food go.
He also wasn't going to let anyone else threaten his blood monkey.
Gabriel suspected the Dark One wasn't going to let his little human out of Hell, especially not to see her former mate.
He wasn't going to let her go again.
He'd been in the middle of deciding which of his collection of knives he was going to use to kill the goddess once and for all when the noise started.
By the trembling of her body, she wasn't going to be on her feet much longer.
We're going to make a little deal, the three of us.
If the Dark One can't feed, he's going to massacre everyone in his path.
As much as they angered him, Gabriel wasn't going to let anything happen to her, especially in his own domain.
It was going to be hard, maybe even harder than finding his soul in the underworld, but the opportunity was theirs for the taking.
Katie insisted she was going to be tall like Josh.
If you're not going to be around more than a few hours, it couldn't be that important to you.
I mean, if she was going to try, she should have come back before the six months was up... right?
Are you going to be back soon?
Aren't you going to eat?
When are you going to have that house finished?
Pretty soon it's going to be hot.
She stared after him as he drove away, wondering if he would be home for supper – or if he was going to eat alone.
Is this always going to hang between us, Alex?
I'm afraid this is going to get ugly.
For a moment Carmen thought Lori was going to cry.
She provided the requested information, explained that she was going to assist him and then put the telephone on the floor, still open.
Of course he was going to do everything in his power to stay alive.
The dark eyes implored her, possibly searching for some kind of assurance that he wasn't going to die.
You're going to be alright.
You're going to be alright, she said again.
How could he have known she was going to be painting in the house that morning?
Jonathan was out of school now, but he was going to camp weekdays.
Is Dad going to die?
How did he know I was going to be at the house that morning?
But how would he have known Alex was going to call?
I'm going to go back down the road and look.
He reached for the tablet and she knew what he was going to write before she saw it.
When they walked through the door at the house, she announced that she was going to fix lunch.
Worst of all, it was unsettling to think that he was going to be disappointed.
In the last week, she had started going to bed after he was asleep and getting up before he woke.
He's your husband, and if you're shy, he's going to feel uncomfortable – unsure.
It sounded good in words, but applying it was going to be difficult.
Are you going to let him slip out of your hands or are you going to do something?
After lunch he disappeared for a while and when he finally returned, he signed that they were all going to take a ride in the buggy.
His fingers poised over the keys several times as if he were going to type more.
I thought... that it was going to happen all over again.
He wasn't going to eat it, though.
The expression on his face indicated he knew what she was going to ask.
This was going to be interesting.
Was he ever going to come to the point?
So, are you going to bring her down here?
Putting it off wasn't going to make it any easier.
It wasn't going to change his relationship with his father, though.
He was going to need that support.
He doesn't get that I'm not going to waste my time mourning when I can live.
If your girlfriend was going to dump you, wouldn't you rather it happen at a beach house?
If nothing else, Wynn was going to make a terrific friend.
She was happy to be functional, though that wasn't likely going to last long.
She wasn't going to let things get worse.
Soon, she wasn't going to have the option of walking.
Are you going to save her?
Perhaps the day he realized what he'd done was irreparable, and he was going to lose her twice.
Fate wasn't going to leave him alone, but this door … Gabriel stepped back.
Aside from drama, it was going to take half an eternity to straighten out the underworld without the distraction of a woman in his life.
He doubted his night – or his next few thousand years – was going to get any better than this.
No, I think I'm going to town tonight.
He was going to propose.
She told him a million times there was no way she was going to marry him then turn around and die.
She was beginning to think he wasn't going to propose.
You're going to ignore my warning, aren't you?
It teaches compassion, because sitting on the bus, I know the person beside me is someday going to have to search his soul the same way I did, so I don't mind that he's spilling his coffee on my shoes.
About the time everything started going to shit with the underworld.
With Rhyn nuzzling Katie's neck already, Gabe sensed they weren't going to make it to their bedroom a few floors up.
Sitting around wasn't going to solve any of his problems.
Good. I'm going to see someone about something that might help our radars.
Gabe wasn't going to ask what happened if he failed.
She wasn't going to be on the beach when dark fell, in case Gabriel came back.
And now, he's going to kill me.
She was going to break down any second, but the effort the man before her put into preparing himself held her horrified attention.
In about five minutes, the big man there is going to wake up.
Sensitive to the light after years in the underworld, his head felt like it was going to explode.
You're not going to see her?
Doubting she'd welcome him, he was drawn to her in a way he wasn't going to be able to fight for long.
You're going to think I'm crazy by the end of this.
When it was clear he wasn't going to be the first to speak, she addressed him.
I thought you were going to kill me.
She'd truly thought he was going to kill Wynn.
She wasn't going to be some sort of obligation to someone who stuck around because he had to.
She wasn't going to lose her only friend, not after all he'd done for her.
I'm going to give you a piece of advice you gave me a few months ago.
He regarded her for a long moment, as if assessing if she was going to run or cry, then closed the door.
She didn't believe for one minute he was going to find a way to prevent her from dying in three months.
Whether I have three months or an eternity, I'm not going to stop fighting to live on my terms.
But Death on guard was something else entirely, and she wasn't going to be the second woman to revel in the heat of his arms this night.
If I'm stuck in the land of the living, I'm going to live a normal life.
Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be free.
No, it wasn't going to be that easy.
There was no way of knowing whose souls had crossed over to the mortal world, but he was going to trust that Fate was on his side, for the time being.
Like Deidre, he was going to live on his terms.
It wasn't going to take much for her to put together who, especially with the ultra-secret assignments protecting Deidre.
You're not going to ruin this for me!
She wasn't going to fall for whatever trick they played.
She wasn't going to admit out loud he was right.
She didn't ask for fear of discovering he was going to stop playing his keep-away game and offer her an arrangement she couldn't refuse.
She hadn't rejected him, and he already glimpsed what issues he was going to have to overcome.
No, his predecessor wasn't going to win this round.
If he chose to disappear, the plan wasn't going to work.
If Tamer didn't find the tidbit of history from the time-before-time about forced soul extraction, the plan was never going to have more than a five percent chance of working, even with Wynn.
I'm going to pick up more compasses from Tamer, Gabe said.
She was going to do it.
She was going to live - and maybe even share a life with someone like Gabriel.
Perhaps he feared getting close to her if she was going to die in a few months, seeing as how past-Deidre crushed his heart, too.
She wasn't going to make it long here if she lost control.
He was going to turn her Immortal.
You're going to have more scars.
What should matter to you is that you're going to be the mate of a deity.
The catch she'd discounted as simple was going to damn them all.
But who in Hell is going to become his mate?
There's going to be someone you'll meet soon.