She leaned her head on his shoulder.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Here was her round head, covered with pretty curls.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
Pierre shook his head and went on.
He turned his head and kissed her on the mouth.
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
She shook her head soberly.
His position has not turned his head at all.
Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.
Lifting her head, she glanced at the clock.
However, the Wizard went once more to his satchel--which seemed to contain a surprising variety of odds and ends--and brought out a spool of strong wire, by means of which they managed to fasten four of the wings to Jim's harness, two near his head and two near his tail.
It is enough to make one's head whirl!
The cab-horse, who was browsing near, lifted his head with a sigh.
She shook her head and sighed as she sat down.
On the other hand, when the issue finally came to a head, she would have been in the middle of it all anyway.
A neighboring farmer and cat-lover, William Ross, perhaps hearing a distinct "ka-ching" in his head, got one of the kittens and teamed up with a geneticist and began a careful breeding program.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
They advanced in a great swarm, having been joined by many more of their kind, and they flew straight over Jim's head to where the others were standing.
"To see the Governor by his excellency's order," answered Alpatych, lifting his head and proudly thrusting his hand into the bosom of his coat as he always did when he mentioned the prince....
Carmen whipped her head around.
He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
The top of its head was carved into a crown and the Wizard's bullet had struck it exactly in the left eye, which was a hard wooden knot.
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
She turned her head to watch him.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
Her calculating gaze ran over Carmen from head to toe and she smiled.
But Miss Sullivan shook her head, and I was greatly puzzled and disappointed.
Felipa tipped her head to the side, as if she was considering that information.
Well, Michael Ivanovich," he suddenly went on, raising his head and pointing to the plan of the building, "tell me how you mean to alter it...."
"After seven, sleepy head," she said with a smile.
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
I had a French grammar in raised print, and as I already knew some French, I often amused myself by composing in my head short exercises, using the new words as I came across them, and ignoring rules and other technicalities as much as possible.
As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain.
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
He put his hands on the lad's head and said:--
Alpatych swayed his head and went upstairs.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
No matter what she said, getting him back meant financial security - a roof over her head and everything that went along with it.
My head is hands and feet.
"What's that?" asked Dorothy, gazing fearfully at the great scaley head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes.
One pleasant morning after a cold night, February 24th, 1850, having gone to Flint's Pond to spend the day, I noticed with surprise, that when I struck the ice with the head of my axe, it resounded like a gong for many rods around, or as if I had struck on a tight drum-head.
She bent her head and continued in a whisper: Has he performed his final duty, Prince?
He lifted his head high and gazed at Denisov as if repressing a laugh.
If she wanted a small object and was given a large one, she would shake her head and take up a tiny bit of the skin of one hand between the thumb and finger of the other.
Katie shook her head and sighed.
"But only for a time," replied the Wizard, shaking his head gloomily.
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
Some days after this the Spartans heard strange news: "Aristomenes is again at the head of the Greek army."
He computed the answer in his head and recited the thirty-nine-digit answer in pounds.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
He leaned his head back and smiled up at her.
What's going on in that pretty head?
Using her momentum, he swung her over his head.
I know, Darian! she replied, hoping the man in her head didn't distract her.
She shook her head, mouth too dry to speak.
Bagration bowed his head and listened:
Tikhon scratched his back with one hand and his head with the other, then suddenly his whole face expanded into a beaming, foolish grin, disclosing a gap where he had lost a tooth (that was why he was called Shcherbaty--the gap-toothed).
She shook her head to clear it.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
Carmen shook her head in disbelief.
Finally he put a hand on the wall on each side of her head.
Carmen gazed up at him, shaking her head.
Carmen stared after her and shook her head.
Alex finally glanced at Señor Medena, who shook his head.
Consumed with sobs, Dulce simply shook her head.
She hung her head.
He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again, shaking his head.
If she just turned her head, she could see me, sitting comfortably a scant ten feet away in the darkened living room.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
How well I remember the graceful draperies that enfolded me, the bright autumn leaves that wreathed my head, and the fruit and grain at my feet and in my hands, and beneath all the piety of the masque the oppressive sense of coming ill that made my heart heavy.
Then the great actor gave his coat a hitch and his mouth a twitch, and in an instant I was in the village of Falling Water and felt Schneider's shaggy head against my knee.
She wrote it out of her own head, as the children say.
Señor Medena sat at the head of the long dining table, his three daughters on his left.
A shake of the head meant "No" and a nod, "Yes," a pull meant "Come" and a push, "Go."
The prince shook his head, again repeated the same sounds.
He shook his head, still frowning.
Señor Medena shook his head.
He tipped his head to the side.
Bordeaux shook his head.
She lifted her head.
She tipped her head to the side reflectively.
Put your head down.
I put the idea in his head.
Sofia rubbed her temples but didn't move, grateful he wasn't hurting her head for once.
He clasped his arms behind his head and lay down, impervious to the cold.
Sonya tried to lift her head to answer but could not, and hid her face still deeper in the bed.
During the third night the countess kept very quiet for a few minutes, and Natasha rested her head on the arm of her chair and closed her eyes, but opened them again on hearing the bedstead creak.
She shook her head.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
I can deal with the mess in my head.
His presence was overwhelming, and her body reacted with both terror and lust so strong it made her head spin.
Damian's head was bowed, his tense body still.
He felt both spent and wired, his head too full of memories to control.
She'd been quiet for a day or two, going everywhere with him, a companion in his head who was beyond the touch of his angry master.
Kiri was in his head.
I made her understand, by pointing to a trunk in the hall and to myself and nodding my head, that I had a trunk, and then made the sign that she had used for eating, and nodded again.
She took it quickly and bent her head over it.
Her brother shook his head incredulously.
I can't make head or tail of it.
Tikhon with equal accuracy would split logs with blows at arm's length, or holding the head of the ax would cut thin little pegs or carve spoons.
He felt it necessary to hold his head higher, to brace himself, and to question the esaul with an air of importance about tomorrow's undertaking, that he might not be unworthy of the company in which he found himself.
Alex glanced at Jonathan and then rubbed the top of his head.
Felipa shook her head.
Carmen shook her head.
High maint... who put that in your head?
Jonathan shook his head.
Also, turning her head, she found that she could see the boy beside her, who had until now remained as still and silent as she herself.
He was quite an old little man and his head was long and entirely bald.
"Very clever," said the Wizard, nodding his head as if pleased.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
When they passed over a field of grass Jim immediately stretched down his head and began to nibble.
Jim, who was in advance, saw the last stair before him and stuck his head above the rocky sides of the stairway.
His mother shook her head and said: No, Benjamin.
One was black as ebony, with little bunches of fuzzy hair tied with shoestrings sticking out all over her head like corkscrews.
Miss Canby herself wrote kindly, "Some day you will write a great story out of your own head, that will be a comfort and help to many."
They have no friend Iolaus to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydra's head, but as soon as one head is crushed, two spring up.
The head monkey at Paris puts on a traveller's cap, and all the monkeys in America do the same.
Hardly a man takes a half-hour's nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, "What's the news?" as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels.
My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills.
There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands.
When the old bell-wether at the head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and the little hills like lambs.
With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!
One's head aches, and one spends all one's money.
Dolokhov's back in his white shirt, and his curly head, were lit up from both sides.
Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.
When she shook her head, he continued.
I rode a fiery hunter--I can feel the impatient toss of his head now and the quiver that ran through him at the first roar of the cannon.
The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair.
"That I have forgotten," replied the Gump's Head, "and I do not think it is of much importance.
Here is a fact to get your head around: In 1980, about seven million Americans had a passport.
A long time ago there lived a poor slave whose name was Aesop. He was a small man with a large head and long arms.
The brilliantly polished Tin Woodman marched next, at the head of the Royal Army of Oz which consisted of twenty-eight officers, from Generals down to Captains.
Alex shifted his attention to Carmen, his gaze covering her from toe to head.
Alex's head jerked up and his jaw dropped.
"No," she admitted, ducking her head.
He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
He was sitting in his chair, everything from the top of his head to his thighs covered with the newspaper he was holding out to read.
She leaned her head back and looked up at him, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Quint dropped his head.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
Leaning her head back, she forced the soft chair into a reclining position.
Howard shook his head and Len cleared his throat.
Len snatched the forgotten hat from his head.
Her head felt like it could float off her body.
"Keep your head down," Len said softly.
Feeling returned with a vengeance and her head pounded mercilessly.
He walked around to the driver's side, ducking his head as he folded his long frame into the car.
A curly blond head peeked around the corner and large blue eyes studied the stranger cautiously.
Tammy regarded her suspiciously, ducking her head shyly.
Lisa winked at her and Tammy ducked her head, smiling shyly.
She shook her head, eyeing the vehicle apprehensively.
Lisa jerked her head around and glared at him, but his attention was fully absorbed by the destruction.
His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
He jerked his head around and stared at her.
He shook his head in defeat and opened the door for her, bowing deeply.
The horse lifted its head and nickered in the direction of the path.
As Giddon grabbed the reins, Diablo turned his head to look at his master.
Her head was tipped to the side, resting on her tiny shoulder.
He lifted his head, his hungry gaze searching her face.
He shook his head in surrender, and his voice softened.
She shook her head to remove the cobwebs of imagination.
Blood left her head so fast that for a moment she thought she would faint.
Sarah shook her head.
One second she was falling head over heels, the next rolling on her side.
When he lifted his head, she pushed him away.
He glanced at her and shook his head.
The hair on her head was thick.
Yancey swirled her around and leaned his head down, speaking in a low voice.
Her arms stole around his neck and she ran trembling fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head.
On the other hand, hadn't she put that idea into his head last night?
He sighed and rubbed his head as though the whole idea gave him a headache.
Lisa shook her head.
She tipped her head to the side and smiled at Lisa.
He laughed and held her above his head, his expression once again, pure adoration.
His head jerked up and his face flamed.
Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes as she continued her needlework.
Don't bite my head off.
Yancey expertly caught the head of the serpent between the forks of a stick and bent over to pick it up.
Tammy wrapped an arm around Lisa's neck and laid a soft curly head on her shoulder.
Get it through your head.
She lifted her head to ask him why Allen was asking questions about Yancey.
Cautiously, she crept up to the door and peered around it, jerking her head back instinctively when she spotted Yancey unlocking a door to an inner office.
Yancey inclined his head toward the table and the man's eyes followed, lighting up.
You've got a good job as a middle man, but don't let it go to your head.
A simple shake of the head obviously didn't satisfy him.
I'm going to head out that way.
She turned questioning eyes on Connie, who shook her head in disbelief.
Tucked into the braids were delicate flowers that circled her head like a golden crown.
Spencer colored and shook his head.
She shook her head in dismay.
She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch, lacing fingers behind her head.
The blood left her head in a race to her feet and her knees melted to follow.
Put your head down between your knees.
Brandon shook his head and sighed audibly.
Adrienne shook her head and turned to the kitchen.
She grabbed a head of lettuce and shut the door.
As she turned her head, the spoon distorted her nose, making it look longer and hooked.
Finally she tossed her head and spoke flippantly.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
She turned her head and stared across the pasture, acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on her leg.
Donna shook her head.
Chris shook her head and smiled.
Finally, he lifted his head, and his voice was husky with emotion.
He didn't even look at her when he shook his head.
Too head strong to do what you know is best.
When he finally lifted his head and spoke to Adrienne, his voice was devoid of any emotion.
Adrienne shook her head, not trusting her voice.
Turning her head, he lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes.
Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.
Julie shook her head in disbelief.
Rachel shook her head.
She inclined her head to indicate the endless sand, broken only by an occasional yucca or chickweed.
He was reputed to have kept a cool head during battle and wasn't easily intimidated.
He accepted the tin of flapjacks she offered and jerked his head toward her wagon.
If you throw one more dead animal at my feet, I'm going to beat you over the head with it.
She tossed her head.
She sat up quickly, bumping her head on the wagon.
She winced and rubbed her head.
She dropped her head back to the blanket.
It's time to go, sleepy head.
He pushed the hat back on his head and gazed up at her with troubled eyes.
When she still didn't respond, he shook his head.
Exhaustion made itself known and her head nodded.
She lifted her head, peering into the darkness.
Slowly he lowered his head to hers and his lips found hers - warm and questioning.
He ran a hand through his hair and clamped his hat on his head.
She shook her head and the motion brought on a dizzy spell.
Her head was pounding and her throat was dry.
She cradled her throbbing head on her arms and tried to relax.
We can rest tonight and head for Ashley in the morning.
Her head nodded once and she jerked it up, blinking in the lantern light.
The woman gazed up at him with tear-filled eyes and shook her head.
She turned her head so that he would not see the tears burning her eyes.
Bordeaux shook his head as he stepped down from the buggy.
Bordeaux shook his head, his gaze fixed on her face.
Galloping to the head of the team, she reached out to grab the halter on the lead horse.
His expression gave no clue of what was going on inside his head.
It was hard to tell whether the sarcasm had gone over his head or he simply wasn't amused.
Adrena tipped her head to the side and studied Cynthia thoughtfully for a moment.
He shook his head, declining to answer until he had swallowed the food in his mouth.
She watched him head for the barn and wondered how he could stand being out in the cold all day.
She shook her head free of pointless thoughts and began dusting.
Its legs were long and lean and its head was held low, ears erect.
He shook his head soberly.
She shook her head mutely.
She sighed and shook her head.
He lifted a hand and shook his head.
He shook his head and ran his fingers along the rich top of the piano.
She had large brown eyes with thick black lashes and matching hair that was stacked becomingly on top of her head.
A few minutes later Cade popped his head around the door.
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.
She tossed her head to throw the curls from her face and rolled over in bed.
Cynthia jerked her head around and stared at Claudette.
She shook her head and clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth.
Claudette shook her head.
The blood drained from her head, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
She lifted a hand to her head and her knees started to buckle.
His expression was openly compassionate as he reached out, drawing her into his arms and guiding her head to his shoulder.
She sat up and grabbed her throbbing head.
She threw the pillow over her head, drawing the light blanket up against her chin.
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.
He turned his head and kissed her fingers.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek softly and she rolled her head, finally touching his lips briefly with hers.
Again he bent his head and his lips questioned hers gently at first, and then with more emotion when she responded.
Again he stroked her cheek and bent his head.
And then he moved over her, his fingers sliding up her arm as it lay beside her head.
After all, she had made the first move, turning her head as he kissed her cheek.
But now her head was clear.
After all, if she hadn't turned her head when he kissed her on the cheek, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way.
He stared at her with a perplexed expression and finally shook his head.
He shook his head, a wry smile twisting his lips.
He lifted his head and met her gaze.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
Mary shook her head.
Cade shook his head and with a quick move, untied her apron strings.
He lifted the apron over her head.
He rolled his eyes and hit the side of his head with the heel of his hand.
He shook his head in disbelief.
He shook his head, obviously still distraught by the mere thought of it.
She shook her head in amazement.
I knew I'd have to talk to you about it sooner or later, but I didn't want to hold the financial burden of an unplanned pregnancy over your head like a club.
For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.
Cynthia reached down and pulled the cap back on his head.
Zach snuggled against him, turning his head and opening his tiny mouth in search of food.
Howie doesn't have to work but he still suffers from head trauma, is pretty depressed and frankly, doesn't know what to do with himself.
"If we're going to be frank," She said, "why don't you ditch that stupid rug you're wearing on your head?
The left side of Howie's head was absent hair and a series of three dark scars were visible.
Howie put his knuckles to the side of his head and closed his eyes.
"Now I'm really humiliated," she said, borrowing her head in the pillow.
I have to mull it around in my head a bit more if you don't mind.
I went to sleep last night, almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Howie shook his head.
I shook my head.
Quinn shook his head.
Quinn shook his head and glanced at his watch.
He nodded his head and asked how long he slept.
We shook our head in awe.
A shake of Howie's head denoted no strange encounters of the weird kind.
I look at it this way; something is going on in Howie's head.
Who knows what's going on in that head?
It's Howie's head so it's his choice but the machines, are mine exclusively.
If anyone links me to you, I'm to bury my head and walk away.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
I'll pluck their eyes from their head!
My wife shook her head.
Martha shook her head.
Don't shake your head.
I could see her nod her head in the moonlight.
Keene was once called The Elm City before Dutch elm disease destroyed the massive trees that surrounded the grassy area at the head of the square.
I shook my head in wonder at this man.
He swiveled his head, back and forth between sides, unwilling as usual to make a decision.
Even Quinn bowed his head and agreed.
I've just been paddling to keep my head above water my whole life long and sinking down further with every stroke.
She shook her head no.
She shook her head and began to cry once more.
She shook her head and wiped her face.
She plopped down next to me and buried her head in my shoulder.
She raised her head and looked me in the eye.
She turned abruptly and pulling my head with one hand, kissed me hard on the mouth while her other hand groped between my legs!
When Martha finished, she tossed her head back and moaned.
Martha moaned her head still back and her eyes closed.
It saved the guy from having his head blown off.
Molly shook her head no.
She shook her head no once more.
Molly shook her head no once more.
Martha shook her head, as if looking for more.
She nodded her head in agreement.
I made it to the circle park at the head of Main Street and drank in the sunshine on a park bench.
I'd say you have few choices; get protection, get a gun or head for the hills.
I cleaned up a few paper details and left the office for home, driving around town the long way, just to clear my head.
Molly shook her head no, her cheeks puffy with her breakfast.
He let go and swung the butt of the knife at my head as I fell to the floor.
I guess you took one on the head too.
More head shaking but it wasn't enough.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
I reached up and touched bandages, on my neck and the side of my head.
You have to spend the night, because of the head injury.
All parts of my body ached and the prescription I was taking caused my head to spin.
He didn't get that much of a head start.
The woman nodded her head.
I turned my head but he simply gave a wave of his hand.
No, though I admit with head bowed, I lusted after her in my mind enough times.
Maybe he's grown up and changed; God knows I have but back in the day, he was a little piss head, always getting in fights, picking on little kids.
Dropping off this little package was accomplished with no regret as she wouldn't cease screaming her head off keeping my nerves on edge the entire time we were together.
"There wasn't an inch of skid marks," he said, shaking his head.
Next, a head but scattered hay was the only thing in sight.
He gripped his forearm in the same spot he'd told her Jonny had been bitten but shook his head.
He shook his head and squeezed the steering wheel until one of his fingers popped.
He hesitated, then shook his head.
Her eyes watered, and she ducked her head.
He drained her life until she was near blackness before he flung his head back with a contented sigh.
She careened into the door frame, a flash of pain going through her head.
She hung, helpless and exhausted, stuck in the in-between place until the pain of her head hitting something hard jarred her into consciousness.
As if sensing the same, the blonde bowed her head in deferment without moving.
He nodded his head towards the garage door.
"Dealing with you is like beating my head against a brick wall!" she snapped.
"Then stop beating your head," he advised.
She sighed and picked up his hand, placing it on her head.
"Dusty, I can't deal with this on my own," he said, gesturing to his head.
"Sit your ass down," he said and nodded his head behind him towards the living room.
She took in the clean car and shook her head, wondering how many hours a week he spent cleaning everything he owned to keep it all so spotless.
He placed the tip of a gun to Bianca's head.
The vamp's head exploded with the first shot of his hand cannon, the bullet missing Bianca by a couple inches.
She didn't move the entire trip back to the condo, as if afraid he'd blow her head off next.
Bianca shook her head, her hands trembling again at the otherworldly display.
He had her wrists pinned above her head.
His hand went to the back of his head, and he grimaced.
He touched his face again then rubbed the back of his head.
His eyes watered, and he shook his head, shivering.
"I have issues," he said, pointing to his head.
Toni asked, shaking his head.
Toni shook his head.
She watched the memories in his head.
She shook her head and sat down, sending a text to Darian.
He hesitated then wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek against her head.
Toni shook his head and trotted into the house.
She stepped into his view, and he dropped his arms, throwing back his head to suck in deep breaths.
She was curled up in it, her head resting on one of the arms.
Do I really want that next to my head?
She shook her head, not sure what to think of his words.
He clutched his head and gave a small moan.
Her healing magic zapped him hard enough almost to right his head.
He threw himself down and squeezed his head, furious at his own weakness.
He froze at the distant voice in his head.
He strode by her and slapped her on the back of the head, hard.
She rubbed her head and glared at him, watching as he followed his father in the direction where both sky and sea darkened into blackness.
Raindrops splattered against her head.
Talon stumbled, and Dusty froze rather than pounced, his head whipping around.
Across the room, Darian shifted closer to the battle, one hand rubbing the back of his head.
His attention was drawn over her head, and his mouth went lax.
Within seconds, his head flew across the room.
His body shook, and he flung his head back to the sky with a hoarse shout.
Jule lifted his head to the night sky and closed his eyes.
"It's from the gentleman o'er there," he said and indicated a booth near the door with the tilt of his head.
Sean caught his eye and tossed his head towards the restrooms.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
He raised his head as she took a step into the room and met her gaze.
He leaned his head against the wall.
Her hand brushed one of his forearms, held in place over his head by the handcuffs.
She hesitated at the head of the stairs, tormented by the knowledge her father was incapable of mercy towards his daughter, let alone a stranger.
Darian cocked his head to the side, as if hearing someone call his name.
Jonny's head snapped up, his expression one of surprise that quickly turned to anger.