A woman has a right to protect herself – any way she can.
Something... she shook herself mentally.
She finished her oatmeal and pored herself a cup of coffee.
In her confused state of mind, she had convinced herself that he loved her.
She lifted her canteen and allowed herself a swallow of the tepid water.
In the last few weeks she had allowed herself to be distracted.
She gingerly untangled herself from some thorny vines and tried to stand.
No matter how often she asked herself the question, the answer remained elusive.
She turned away from the beauty of the ranch, reminding herself that she had made the decision to leave.
With that dark thought, she excused herself and went to her room.
It was one thing to tell herself everything was resolved, but quite another to thoroughly accept something she had always considered wrong.
The night air was chilly on her bare arms and she shivered involuntarily, annoyed at herself because it looked like an obvious ploy.
Why did she need to prove to anyone, least of all herself, that she was right in breaking off the relationship?
How did she get herself into predicaments like this?
Flinging herself on the bed, she sobbed out the anger and hurt.
All her plans were about to blow up – all this because she had allowed herself to be drawn into a relationship.
She met his gaze, her stomach tense as she steeled herself against the response to her next probing question.
Anyway she finally got so lonely and depressed that she locked herself in her room one day and shot herself.
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?
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
And now she had put herself in a position where she would be alone with him in the car.
She pored herself a cup and started breakfast, wondering where Bordeaux was.
Dorothy was herself anxious to get home, so she promised Eureka they would not stay in the Land of Oz much longer.
Deciding to use the sun to orient herself, she detoured around several dense patches of blackberry bushes.
Hadn't she resigned herself to being the ugly duckling years ago?
She blushed, pressed her clasped hands on her knees, and then controlling herself with an evident effort lifted her head and began to speak rapidly.
Her erotic dreams were proof that he was becoming more than a friend to her, and that thought was troubling - both from the standpoint of her goals, and the fact that she was setting herself up for rejection.
She didn't want to talk about herself anyway.
Locked herself in her room for days working on layette sets for the grand children Russie would never provide.
Carmen assigned responsibility for that to herself because she didn't notice early enough that Destiny was sick.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
She glanced around the kitchen, knowing she should familiarize herself before breakfast, but feeling uncomfortable about exploring so soon after her arrival.
Failing to make herself understood, she would become violent.
Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing.
At his disappointed expression, she gave herself an attitude adjustment.
She owed it to herself to find out for sure, didn't she?
She plodded on, willing herself to take each step, not thinking of the miles to go, but merely getting through one more painful step.
An hour later she found herself staring vacantly into the fire again.
Not my or thy great-grandfather's, but our great-grandmother Nature's universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health with their decaying fatness.
Again she had allowed herself to be put in a precarious situation.
"No they won't," said the voice of the kitten, and Eureka herself crawled over the edge of the platform and sat down quietly upon the floor.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
When she saw herself, her face was pale.
After her father's funeral Princess Mary shut herself up in her room and did not admit anyone.
The heart thing happened again and she busied herself at the table.
Yet, when the smell of bacon lured him to the kitchen, she found herself wishing he would address the subject.
This lovely, sweet-natured lady offered to teach me herself, and we began the twenty-sixth of March, 1890.
"Herself," came the answer in a rough voice, and Marya Dmitrievna entered the room.
There was no point in working herself up this way.
She forced herself to walk, not run, back to the house.
She smiled to herself - and not always because he rubbed her the wrong way.
Carmen disentangled herself from Destiny and urged her to lie down.
Pulling the rail back up, she stood beside the tent, helplessly watching Destiny cry until she coughed herself into another retching fit.
Glancing up, she found herself staring into the eyes of Bordeaux.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
Again she had abandoned morality and shamed herself in front of him.
He wasn't the first man she had kissed and she had never considered herself promiscuous with other men.
Wiping her face with a cold rag, she composed herself and answered the door.
I decided to talk to you this weekend, but I guess Mary found the form and took it upon herself to mail it to you.
She nestled herself comfortably in Dorothy's lap until the kitten gave a snarl of jealous anger and leaped up with a sharp claw fiercely bared to strike Billina a blow.
Indeed, her whole body is so finely organized that she seems to use it as a medium for bringing herself into closer relations with her fellow creatures.
She had learned the printed letters, and for some time had amused herself by making simple sentences, using slips on which the words were printed in raised letters; but these sentences had no special relation to one another.
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.
"Is it possible that this stranger has now become everything to me?" she asked herself, and immediately answered, "Yes, everything!
Though nothing of the kind had happened to her she was regarded in that light, and had even herself come to believe that she had suffered much in life.
"Now who could decide whether he is really cleverer than all the others?" she asked herself, and passed in review all those whom Pierre most respected.
There was more applause at this, and then Ozma had the jewelled saddle replaced upon the Sawhorse and herself rode the victor back to the city at the head of the grand procession.
Eureka was much surprised to find herself in disgrace; but she was, in spite of the fact that she had not eaten the piglet.
The only time she had to prepare herself for the work with her pupil was from August, 1886, when Captain Keller wrote, to February, 1887.
She learned it gladly when she discovered that she could herself read what she had written; and this still affords her constant pleasure.
Helen was petted and caressed enough to spoil an angel; but I do not think it is possible to spoil her, she is too unconscious of herself, and too loving.
Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!
She is very fond of children younger than herself, and a baby invariably calls forth all the motherly instincts of her nature.
She has a very sociable disposition, and delights in the companionship of those who can follow the rapid motions of her fingers; but if left alone she will amuse herself for hours at a time with her knitting or sewing.
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
At the time when I became her teacher, she had made for herself upward of sixty signs, all of which were imitative and were readily understood by those who knew her.
The teachers at the Institution expressed the opinion that the description did not appear in any book in raised print in that library; but one lady, Miss Marrett, took upon herself the task of examining books of poems in ordinary type, and was rewarded by finding the following lines in one of Longfellow's minor poems, entitled 'Snowflakes':
She crossed herself, kissed the icon, and handed it to Andrew.
"Got herself up like a fool!" he thought, looking irritably at her.
"You must do as you please," said Prince Bolkonski, bowing to his daughter-in-law, "but she need not make a fool of herself, she's plain enough as it is."
She clicked her teeth (Karay no longer had her by the throat), leaped with a movement of her hind legs out of the gully, and having disengaged herself from the dogs, with tail tucked in again, went forward.
But when he saw that the horsemen did not dismount and that the wolf shook herself and ran for safety, Daniel set his chestnut galloping, not at the wolf but straight toward the wood, just as Karay had run to cut the animal off.
Willing herself not to cry, she pointed to her neck and said instead, "Do you know what this means?"
She poured herself amber liquid and took a long swallow.
She couldn't bring herself to say the words.
He nipped her neck, and she gasped, embarrassing herself.
She tried to tell herself it was the alcohol scattering her thoughts and not the growing feeling of respect or concern she felt toward him.
Getting ready to tear her shirt open and throw herself down for a monster?
She was the first Ancient's mate born and should've been Kris's mate, if she hadn't first promised herself to the Dark One.
After dinner, she rushed head long after Anna Mikhaylovna and, dashing at her, flung herself on her neck as soon as she overtook her in the sitting room.
Could she, like other women" (Vera meant herself), "love a man once for all and remain true to him forever?
It was evident to the dogs, the hunters, and to the wolf herself that all was now over.
Sonya, as she listened, thought of the immense difference there was between herself and her friend, and how impossible it was for her to be anything like as bewitching as her cousin.
Take me, take me! prayed Natasha, with impatient emotion in her heart, not crossing herself but letting her slender arms hang down as if expecting some invisible power at any moment to take her and deliver her from herself, from her regrets, desires, remorse, hopes, and sins.
Princess Mary, evidently engrossed by her thoughts, was crossing herself for the last time before leaving the church.
Still, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
She was faced with three basic choices: Abortion; raise the child herself; or give the baby up for adoption.
Miss Keller talks to herself absent-mindedly in the manual alphabet.
Things are nice as it is, she said to herself, and she began walking up and down the room, not stepping simply on the resounding parquet but treading with each step from the heel to the toe (she had on a new and favorite pair of shoes) and listening to the regular tap of the heel and creak of the toe as gladly as she had to the sounds of her own voice.
She asked herself in perplexity: What does he look for in me?
Yet, no matter how many times she tried to reassure herself of that, she remained concerned.
Giddon held his hands out and the toddler hurled herself into his arms.
Tammy hurled herself across the room into his arms and started lavishing him with kisses and hugs that he returned with equal enthusiasm.
One old frequenter of these woods remembers, that as he passed her house one noon he heard her muttering to herself over her gurgling pot--"Ye are all bones, bones!"
Like a cat, she had attached herself not to the people but to the home.
She smiled to herself.
Carmen smiled to herself.
They mingled with the guests a little longer and then Carmen excused herself.
Felipa took Destiny to see a Disney movie, saying that Mama needed some time to herself.
By the next day she was ready to resume her normal activities, but Sarah insisted it was Saturday and she should take some time to enjoy herself.
She chuckled to herself.
She was doing enough of it for herself.
Could she make it across the lava field by herself?
She leaned back and held her nose as she completely immersed herself.
If life had taught her anything it was that she could take care of herself.
She came back by herself.
She left the post office feeling better about Russell Cade than she did about herself.
It was ridiculous - sending him into town after such personal items when she was perfectly capable of going by herself.
Until now she had been thinking of no one but herself.
The woman introduced herself as Annie Mae Wilkie and informed us she was the treasurer of Brockville, in addition to holding several other positions.
"Tell us where you were," Betsy begged, hardly able to contain herself as she turned on her tape recorder.
Betsy was beside herself.
She recognized this trait and would accept rules she herself would never be able to make.
Betsy absented herself, feeling it unfair to listen if the other couldn't.
While Howie stood shyly by the door, she boldly stepped forward and introduced herself.
Betsy was beside herself with frustration when she heard what mayhem our nemesis had wrought.
Think of a recluse who finds herself in possession of a marvelous gift, through no action on her part.
"Molly will make a fine mother herself one day," I commented.
When Julie controlled herself she apologized and looked up at me.
I'm not sure she knows the answer herself but a lot of marriages are built on far less.
She pushed herself tighter against me.
Martha made no move to cover herself.
She drank herself blotto because her husband is a shithead.
It took us two hours to come ten miles from the airport and Julie had to direct him the last mile and she just got here herself.
She caught herself, and slumped into a chair, clutching her gown to her ample chest.
The poor old woman may have believed it herself.
She introduced herself and her husband as Sadie and Sid, with no last names.
She wanted to explain herself more thoroughly but I shushed her and continued with business.
Julie can decide for herself as well.
She cried again, snuffling and wiping at her nose before she pushed herself off the chair.
Not falling for it this time, she vowed to herself.
She almost scolded him before stopping herself.
The door opened, and she braced herself.
More tears came as she realized she couldn't do anything for herself let alone Jonny if they kept her in such a state.
She pushed herself up when Talon snatched her.
The thought distracted her, and she both yearned to be with him and hated herself for not being able to shake the thought of him.
She couldn't run, couldn't move and she tried hard to convince herself to pass out as the garage door was wrenched open.
Crossing the threshold into the bathroom, she paused to look at herself in the mirror with a grimace.
She found herself hurrying around him to the couch at his low growl and suspected he wasn't someone who ever repeated anything.
She braced herself for him to turn into Talon and hurt her.
She cursed herself quietly for saying stupid things.
She wobbled and balanced herself against the wall.
She slept until the edge of her fatigue was gone before borrowing his neatly folded clothing and making herself a huge pancake and egg midday breakfast.
Darian's popping in and out stressed her out, and she turned up the TV, trying to lose herself in a movie as she calmed.
She picked up Sunny and sat on the couch, making herself at home.
"Yeah?" the woman mumbled and pushed herself up.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
She braced herself and reached out to him.
Sofi smiled to herself.
She blotted herself dry and wrapped herself in the towel.
Bianca wrapped herself in a towel, cold.
His eyes lit up, and Bianca flung herself into his arms, thrilled to feel her brother's lanky body again.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and forced herself to smile as she faced Jonny, who'd been in training since shortly after she awoke.
She took one step forward, then another, throwing herself onto the ground beside Sofi.
Bianca righted herself and carefully straightened the blonde, panicked by her pale features.
Bianca pushed herself away, uncertain which terrified her more: Darian's meltdown or the fact he'd stopped the world in its place.
She pushed herself up, cold inside and out.
She flung herself into his arms, gratified when he squeezed her hard.
This thought she kept to herself.
She peeled off the thick coat and draped it over one bench before seating herself facing the door, as her father had taught her.
She hugged herself and hurried towards the door to the pub.
At last, she forced herself to lie down and tried not to think of the man named Jule, whose soul still lingered.
She willed herself not to think of the man named Jule trapped somewhere in the house.
She opened the wine cellar and shivered at the cool breeze but forced herself to descend.
If he wasn't there, she could convince herself this was all some sort of nightmare.
She promised herself to find a way to check on him in the morning without her father finding out.
She was worried about him, and he was touched by the idea she took pity on him when she herself was in more danger than he was.
When she'd touched him in the alley, she'd left a piece of herself within him.
Yully shoved Jule fully into the passenger seat of her car and ran to the driver's side, throwing herself into her seat.
Yully swallowed hard and steadied herself.
She forced herself to sew the arrow wound the best she could then ran from the room, vomiting in the bathroom.
Yully dozed twice and forced herself up.
Just before dawn, she made herself soup and turned a box of cornmeal into bread.
Yully woke with him and pushed herself up, expecting the worse.
Intrigued by the sensations, she found herself unwilling to look away from him this time.
"Yes," she forced herself to say.
She braced herself to face him nonetheless.
She closed her eyes and braced herself for another.
Yully forced herself to her feet and strode through the house to the garage.
Even if she couldn't kill the next swordsman that came for her, she could buy herself some time.
She braced herself, expecting to feel some sort of rush of energy, like she did when she touched Jule.
Ignoring the hisses of the others, she locked herself in a bathroom stall and texted her boss, Dusty.
It seemed like too long already, especially since the woman was alone to protect herself.
She braced herself and pulled his power into her, struggling to control it while panic rose.
Yully forced herself to relax.
The energy came when she opened herself.
She braced herself for a flood of his power, but it didn't come.
Yully rose and dressed herself, preparing herself mentally to tell Jule she had to leave him.
"Hey," Yully said, seating herself at the bar.
She braced herself for the answer.
She armed herself, not willing to be caught off guard, then joined her father in the tiny foyer.
She steadied her breathing, swearing to herself that these would be the last to die at her father's hands.
The power pushed her off balance, and she caught herself before it sent her sprawling into the blood pooled around her.
She moved to the center of the monument and opened herself to the magics.
Her gaze settled on the Other, and she forced herself up.
Yully finished readying herself and stepped outside the room.
Yully opened herself to him, and he shivered as their souls, then their bodies, met once again.
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
Nothing more, she told herself.
"No, Jake," she mumbled and pushed herself up.
"Doc, I…" She couldn't bring herself to tell him about the visions.
Since leaving college, she'd stayed in shape through the local gym, where she lifted weights and forced herself onto a cardio machine twice a week.
She squinted through her fingers and braced herself against one wall to counter the effects the drugs had on her equilibrium as she moved down the long hallway.
She tried to balance herself only to find herself toppling over and over and over down a stairwell.
Voices prevented her from losing herself to her pain.
She ran into a blurry wall, shoved herself off, and smashed into another monster.
She ducked her head and braced herself as he reached for her again.
None of his men had ever seen a human woman throw herself into his arms.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
She pushed herself off the floor and rose.
She shivered and hugged herself as they emerged into the cool fall dusk.
"What does that mean?" she forced herself to ask to keep hysterics from claiming her.
When it didn't, she uncurled herself from the ball she was in.
She forced herself out of bed, exhausted and hungry.
She made one anyway and forced herself to eat it, blaming her recent trauma for her queasiness.
Though nauseated by the thought, she heated up a can of soup and forced herself to eat it.
She returned to her room to clean herself up, cursing peanut butter for ruining her appetite as she went.
Not trusting herself, she refused to look at him and instead wrapped her arms around him.
The thought of drinking from him made her sick, and she pushed herself up to vomit.
Pierre gave him a sidelong look at his butchered French, and Sofia smiled despite herself.
"It's your fate," she reminded herself.
She recoiled, pushing herself against the couch.
She hugged herself and faced him, agitated.
She found herself again in front of Damian's door.
Maybe he had a harem of women at his beck and call, but she couldn't see herself with any other man.
She can't eat food, but she refuses to admit it to herself, Han explained to Pierre.
She roused herself and lay on her side, facing him.
"Who's Darian?" she asked and pushed herself up enough to look at him.
Sofia bit back a retort and forced herself to her feet.
Sofia looked down at herself.
She braced herself and placed her palm against his.
She looked herself over, satisfied that she looked good.
Sofia almost laughed at herself.
Sofia watched, astonished at the blatant display, and almost didn't prep herself for her first encounter.
She pushed herself away and leaned against a wall.
She steeled herself and nodded.
She hugged herself, waiting.
She couldn't bring herself to say what they'd done.
She forced herself to continue.
So she stayed put and hugged herself more tightly.
Sofia forced herself to walk over and take it.
Sofia sat down on the bed, careful to keep the blood from her gown, and touched the woman's face, bracing herself.
And she'd never demean herself to that man.
His cranky words echoed in her thoughts, and she smiled to herself.
She ached to touch him but refused, hugging herself more tightly instead.
She unraveled herself from her favorite chair near the window.
Sofia forced herself not to recoil, afraid to touch anyone.
Han's words returned, and she forced herself to relax.
She braced herself and touched him.
She leaned down, bracing herself as she rested a trembling hand on his forehead.
She flung herself in, slammed the door, and locked them.
She sucked in a breath, struggling to calm herself.
Despair washed over her, but she forced herself to concentrate.
Sofia turned off the shower and dried herself before opening the door between the small bathroom and the bedroom.
Steeling herself, she passed Pierre at her door and knocked on Damian's door.
She hugged herself, wanting to throw her arms around him but knowing he was in as an approachable of a mood as Dustin.
After a thick moment of silence, she forced herself to continue.
She drew a sharp breath but forced herself to stay, to take his pain.
She roused herself, surprised to see the other three had disappeared at some point.
She sat up, forcing herself to meet his golden gaze.
She braced herself against the memories running through his head and the confusion as he tried to figure out where he was.
Bracing herself, she stepped into the hallway.
Deidre stopped herself from pursuing.
She'd promised herself she wasn't going to cry today.
She swallowed hard, willing herself to remember that she was meant for Gabriel, even if it was Darkyn's name on her back.
She almost screamed at herself.
She couldn't bring herself to try, just like she couldn't remove her hand.
The odd scent was closer, and she found herself breathing in deeply to try to capture it.
It was the same question she'd been asking herself.
Deidre found herself leaning into his solid frame without resistance, entranced by the combination of his hot, hard body and cool fire on her swimming senses.
Deidre felt herself breathless and consumed before the end of their first kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness of his touch.
She found herself nipping back at his chest and neck, something she'd never done before.
Gabriel had been, and she was furious at herself for not taking him more seriously and for choosing to accept Darkyn's deal instead of taking a chance with Gabriel.
She found herself poking the new teeth with her tongue to confirm they really were there.
Deidre went back to the mirror and gazed at herself.
Deidre sank to the floor, not trusting herself.
Only when he was gone did she let herself cry.
Deidre hugged herself, disturbed.
She stood and paced anxiously, hugging herself.
She left, stopping in the shadow world to try to calm herself.
Her eyes filled with tears, but she forced herself to do it.
She flung herself through it, not caring what waited for her on the other side.
She waited another few seconds for a catch before letting herself believe him.
The next morning, Deidre found herself at the wall overlooking the red deserts of Hell.
Stilling her mind, she calmed herself.
Glancing down at herself, she decided there was only one logical place for her to start.
He neared the closet, and she pushed herself back into the clothing.
Deidre tried to ignore him, afraid reacting would only draw more attention to herself.
The second dealer was moving closer, and she couldn't free herself from the thick arm wrapped around her.
Deidre braced herself for his violent reaction or words.
Deidre hugged herself and padded down the hallway, her heart flipping in her chest.
Deidre braced herself, hoping not to feel the warm energy of his magic.
As much as she hated herself for feeling it, she needed his touch to calm her.
Deidre pushed herself up to see his face.
She glimpsed Selyn and even herself in his story.
Chilled by the cold ocean wind, Deidre pressed herself against his warm body.
Rousing herself, she bit him and fed until revived.
Deidre kept her thoughts to herself, growing more distressed with the visit.
Deidre was silent for a moment, wrestling with herself.
She let herself think what she'd do, if she had the choice between the two.
Deidre hugged herself, hearing the unasked question about their deal.
She tugged her hands free and leaned into him, sobbing and shaking, unable to support herself.
With a sickening feeling, she realized she'd never asked Darkyn what she meant to: how to turn off the seductress or at least, defend herself against those drawn to her.
It was unclear if this action was prompted by Patsy Boyd herself or just some do-gooder trying to clear her desk of problems.
"I'm not sure she doesn't suspect something is going on," Cynthia said as she took time to compose herself.
Cynthia excused herself and retreated to the kitchen, leaving well-meaning Brandon Westlake with a what-did-I-say-wrong look on his sun beaten face.
She poured a bowl of cereal, something Martha would have done for herself on a usual day.
Or maybe she just wants to prove to herself someone actually loves her enough and cares about her enough to punish her.
Cynthia turned and propped herself up on an elbow.
"Your message came up to the surface," the woman said after identifying herself as a state worker and named a department he didn't catch.
Dean felt a pang of sympathy—a child herself about to bring a life into the world.
She took his hand but didn't introduce herself.
She laughed at herself.
When the phone rang for the fourth time, Dean assumed it was either a call for reservations or more discussion on the upcoming New Jersey wedding plans, but Cynthia held the phone against herself and called to her husband.
They all feigned shock and surprise at this not-uncommon happening as Paulette huffily announced she'd absent herself with a walk around the block while they "took care of the matter."
What do you suppose Paulette was doing up there by herself?
A woman identified herself as Mrs. Fryatt and asked if Martha had telephoned today, or if we'd heard from her, or from her mother, or anyone else concerning Martha.
While she acted blasé about his life and death, Dean wondered if she were being entirely truthful with herself.
His only comment of note was that Patsy, while obviously exhausted, seemed especially cheerful— "pleased with herself" was how he'd described her.
Seems to me Martha's pretty sharp and can take care of herself pretty well.
You don't suppose she planned all that business with Fitzgerald just so she could run for sheriff herself?
She'd forced herself to try to watch human-Deidre as much as possible.
Pleased with herself, she began to think being human wasn't going to be so hard.
She wasn't going to have much time to prepare herself, either.
She found herself reaching for her power again, only to find it gone.
The soft bed was warm from her body heat, and she found herself running a hand over the downy comforter while she tried to understand the emotions within her.
Deidre pushed herself up carefully, unable to take her eyes off of Gabriel.
She screamed at herself silently, afraid he meant to walk out the door forever.
She tasted sweet and saucy, like the woman herself, her heat, scent and silky skin filling his senses in a way that left him wanting more of her.
With a frustrated growl, she threw herself into bed.
She heard herself talking.
She won a bet but backed herself into a corner.
She'd have to throw herself at Gabriel's mercy.
Deidre walked deeper into the forest, wrestling with herself mentally.
She didn't know why she summoned him, except that right now, she wanted to see him, to reassure herself.
"I, uh …" She felt herself caught in his gaze.
The trail was narrow enough that she found herself running into his frame or leaning against him.
She reminded herself if he did, he wouldn't be holding her.
"No," she said before she could stop herself.
Seating herself on a low bank, she studied the souls.
She pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the death dealer's glare.
She found herself walking along the bank, gaze on the souls that were moving.
With effort, Deidre hauled herself up onto a branch, wrapped her legs around it in a careful balancing act then stretched upward for the next.
Deidre almost rolled her eyes but stopped herself.
Dozing after his insatiable passion, she roused herself when one of Gabriel's hands moved down her body.
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.
This very building was the one Gabriel dived off of in an attempt to keep the terrified human from trying to kill herself.
The human thought herself unwanted, except by Darkyn, who had done more to help her than Gabriel thought possible.
She hugged herself, visibly upset.
Of all the things she'd done, she'd never be able to forgive herself for hurting him.
Deidre nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
It was the same feeling that Deidre got every time she let herself think of what happened when her deal ran out.
Gabriel said nothing, troubled by the idea of either girl being unable to help herself.
Long ago he'd learned to let her do things by herself.
"What's wrong?" she asked as Destiny abandoned her hand and flung herself at him.
Wincing and hugging herself, she darted to the door, opened it and dashed down the hall.
There she was, thinking only about herself again.
Imagination could only go so far, though, and she ended up crying herself to sleep.
Many times she caught herself wondering what Alex would do and what he would want her to do under the circumstances.
Sometimes at night she still hugged his pillow and cried herself to sleep.
She kept telling herself she had married him not knowing what that would be like, so basically he was the same person.
She lowered herself into the seat, glancing up at his face.
Destiny wore herself out and fell asleep in the buggy on the way back.
As Carmen's legs took off, she was saying to herself; "never run from a bear."
Impatiently waiting for her longtime surgeon, she pushed herself off the table and crossed to the desk, where a small folder sat.
He kissed her cheeks and waited for her to heft herself back onto the table.
She'd let herself grieve for a day – maybe two – and then fill her world with as much sunshine as possible.
"Business," his second-in-command and current lover said, seating herself.
Deidre flipped on the lights in the bungalow and made herself stir fry with the fresh veggies she'd bought that day.
His strength was the kind she could almost imagine herself melting into.
Though she'd rather not be trapped by the eyes that made her blood quicken, she forced herself to look at him.
She found herself leaning into him in anticipation.
Deidre paced on the beach behind her bungalow, unable to do anything but lecture herself over and over about how stupid she was to sleep with some random stranger.
She found herself walking down the beach to where she'd met him the night before.
This is totally karma, she told herself angrily.
She cried for a few minutes then forced herself up.
She willed herself not to cry, but she started soon after he left the beach town.
She managed to pull herself together after awhile but was unable to forget what she'd seen, what she'd done.
Deidre flung herself into his arms, pulling his face down to spread kisses across his features.
She found herself comparing him to the stranger, whose body had molded around hers, as if he was made for her and no one else.
She didn't let herself listen to the instinct that told her the body she'd seen was wearing the clothes she bought him.
She needed time to compose herself before sharing the bad news with him.
She heard them and launched herself up the stairs, two at a time.
She pressed herself against the warm, humming swamp cooler and turned a corner, only to come face to face with Gabriel again.
She passed the halfway point and forced herself to keep going.
If she gave herself a second to think, she'd stop and sob, until someone else came by and killed her.
She opened her eyes, forbidding herself from screaming as the pavement below grew closer.
She'd killed herself and Gabriel and landed … here.
He moved closer, and she found herself arrested by handsome features and eyes that turned every color in the world.
Deidre pushed herself against the wall.
Was it for killing herself or for killing Gabriel?
Deidre felt herself lifted once more.
She dropped her hand and closed her eyes, bracing herself.
She was still in control of herself and her mind.
The way his touch made her feel, she almost believed it herself.
Seating herself on the bed, she stared at a wall for a long time before pulling herself out of the trance.
With a deep breath, she stepped through and braced herself to fall.
Bracing herself, she opened the front door and crossed through the house.
She forced herself to breathe deeply and continued towards the distant road.
She pushed herself down in her seat until her head rested on the back of the chair.
Wynn always spoke differently, she reminded herself.
She tried hard to convince herself that she was misreading Wynn.
She flung herself onto the bed again, restless and scared.
Pacing, she tried to calm herself, as she had been both times the portal did work for her.
She forced herself to sit on the ground, to focus, to wish with all her heart to go back to Wynn.
Deidre's eyes were puffy from crying herself to sleep.
Terrified she'd find him in the tub, nothing more than a pile of bones, she pushed herself away from the wall and focused hard on calling a portal.
She changed into her own clothes and gathered the most important of her belongings before bracing herself to leave the room.
After sobbing herself to sleep, she was almost too tired to appreciate the fact he was alive.
Frustrated with herself for assuming the worst about her remaining friend, she returned to the veranda.
She poured herself some more, struggling to figure out what she was missing.
A familiar warmth stirred within her, and she braced herself before opening her eyes.
Pushing herself up, Deidre was amazed at the size and furnishings of the room.
Why did she feel guilty about this whole mess, when she hadn't done anything to get herself into it?
He'll be safe this way, she told herself again, hoping that was the case.
Deidre calmed, drew herself up and summoned a portal.
Deidre laughed despite herself.
"That's not good enough for me," she heard herself saying.
It was hard to remind herself she'd done absolutely nothing to earn it in this life.
Distressed by the idea, she found herself standing before the French doors again, looking at the green haze over the forest.
Orienting herself, she caught sight of the green haze again and walked along the edge of the forest, seeking a path.
She needed the time to herself and hoped the connection to nature helped clear her head.
She forced herself to notice how dark the sky was, the rich scent of earth in the air, the tickle of the pine needles that brushed her skin.
She found herself nodding, accepting his explanation more easily than even Gabriel's.
Trees whipped her body, but she drove herself forward.
Her legs grew heavy, but she pushed herself onward into the forest, away from everything that could hurt her and everyone who could stop her from ending this nightmare tonight.
It was like throwing herself against a wall.
She had no idea what to do with herself or where to go.
She found herself stopping, hoping.
Deidre chided herself but didn't move.
Instead, she was working hard to convince herself she really did want to walk away.
A bottle of wine later, Deidre found herself sobbing on the couch.
She caught sight of herself in a store window.
Proud of herself, she sipped from a glass of wine.
She willed herself not to laugh at his joke, but it was hard.
She found herself watching Gabriel as he stretched upwards to fix the lights.
She let herself stay where she was, intrigued by the electricity and calmed by the heat of his body.
Deidre felt herself relaxing around him.
Deidre snorted but forbade herself from laughing.
He'd asked her if she'd take herself out of the equation before she hurt Gabriel.
If I succeed, I get to … she stopped herself.
Deidre wiped her face and forced herself to face another possibility.
She reminded herself that the man named Darkyn promised to help for free, whichever way she decided to go.
"Yes, I want to know the terms," she whispered and braced herself for disappointment.
She nodded, forcing herself to listen.
"I can do this," she told herself.
She pushed herself off the bed and tested her body.
She wasn't sure why she expected him to speak but found herself wishing he'd say something.
"Ma'am, your kid," a woman said, taking her arm and pointing with a look of such judgment that Katie reddened despite herself.
Katie drew the phone away from her head and stared at it, willing herself to wake up.
He didn't move; for a long moment, she convinced herself he was a statue, not a man too still to be human.
"Yeah," she forced herself to say.
She heard herself scrape against the wall as she fell and was out before she hit the floor.
She awoke and readied herself for the world, convinced everything had been a nightmare caused by exhaustion.
She breathed deeply, struggling to remain in control when all she wanted to do was run for the nearest psych ward and check herself in.
She bit back an order to leave her stuff alone but stopped herself, watching him go through her medicine cabinet for any additional drugs.
The living room started to spin and she sat, forcing herself to breathe deeply.
Kris slid two rare green life crystals across the table, the common form of payment for an assassination not ordered by Death herself.
She followed them and set her cocoa down on the counter, grabbing the whiskey and retreating with the intent of drinking herself to sleep.
Katie pushed herself up, startled by the stickiness on her hand.
She stared at herself in the mirror, wondering when she'd started looking like a pound dog.
Katie flung herself on the bed.
Katie pushed herself off the bed and obeyed.
She lowered herself onto the sofa.
Built more like the beauties her sister surrounded herself with, Ileana was a natural bombshell with pillowed lips and large eyes.
She felt herself relaxing at his even tone and the words that seemed logical enough.
She pulled the carafe from his hand and poured herself another two shots.
She reached a balcony and lowered herself carefully onto it.
She forced herself to continue to the apartment's entrance and flung open the door, revealing a hall with auxiliary lighting reflecting off a white marble floor.
She shoved herself away from the wall and staggered down the hall.
She closed her eyes and pushed herself up, her breath catching at the sharp pain in her ribs.
She braced herself and opened her eyes.
She feared asking more and braced herself when it took one foot in its hand.
She didn't let herself think too much about what it might be, how she ended up in Hell, or why she'd just let some otherworldly creature with fuzzy hands cut off her clothes.
One day, she'd wake up and find herself on the Metro again.
When her stomach was full, she allowed herself to look at him.
She closed her eyes, telling herself she'd survive this and figure out how to get the hell out of there, even if it meant bartering with the monsters on her cell block.
She perched on a boulder near the entrance, wondering how many nights of Sasha-type treatment she'd take before tossing herself off the cliff.
She steeled herself and turned, expecting to find a monster.
She rested on her back for a short time before forcing herself up to sit up and look around.
She bathed in the unisex shower room, grateful for the lukewarm water and the chance to scrub herself down and assess the damage.
She dressed quickly to avoid comments on either her collar or her scars and flung herself into her bunk, reminded of her cell with Lankha.
Obviously too long under his keep to know what to do with herself in the real world?
She'd cried herself senseless before falling into a sleep too heavy to bring her any real rest.
I don't care if Death herself comes for you.
She flung herself onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
She stepped on something squishy but didn't let herself stop to think about what it was.
She'd never cut herself before.
At first, nothing happened, and she readied herself to run.
Katie had proved herself to him by doing what even his blood-brothers never would.
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