How Sentence Examples
How did you know you loved him?
How long had Morino lived in America?
How shall I write of my mother?
No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.
That's how life works.
He knew how to work with his hands.
How did he always manage to do that?
How would we do it?
All she was doing was reminding him how powerless he was.
So how do these things get made?
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How much more this difficulty must be augmented in the case of those who are both deaf and blind!
How can this be?
First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are.
She had probably resurrected his memory of how Lori had tried to break them up.
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How old was he, anyway?
How proud mamma will be of her brave boy!
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
How do you know, Honey?
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How is she this morning?
And how do you know this?
How are classes going?
How long would these mind games go on?
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Let's look at how this happened.
How many of you are there?
It looks easy enough, now that Bob has shown how it is done.
And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag.
How can we be sure Howie is always right?
How many of them have filed for unemployment since they graduated?
But how do you do?
How is Destiny doing?
How did you get here?
I know the work is hard and the weather is forbidding at times, but do you know how lucky you are?
How could she endure the ride?
How is it going with Scruffy?
You mean you don't know how to dance.
You saw how he was.
How long would it take for him to tire of it?
How long have we been out?
How could I expect more?
How do we stop him from tracking us down?
It makes no difference how they feel.
How did you know where I was working?
In August he was at Smolensk and thought only of how to advance farther, though as we now see that advance was evidently ruinous to him.
It did her good to see how the braided man's eyes sparkled when he received this treasure.
I don't see how these calls could be tagged back to us.
Simply not knowing how the information is known doesn't assign the solution to the occult.
I don't understand how we could have missed him.
Hopefully he had no idea how her heart beat double time occasionally at the strangest things.
How could it get any better?
I'm sure if he sees how important this is to you, he'll relent.
How did you free him?
Once we have identified it, we can understand how it is going about doing its damage.
How much more complex than this is the game of war, which occurs under certain limits of time, and where it is not one will that manipulates lifeless objects, but everything results from innumerable conflicts of various wills!
How embarrassing it must be for him.
You won't know if the source is male or female, old or young, from the east or west or how long the tips will keep coming.
Finally, Howie reluctantly agreed to wait a couple of days and see how the situation played out.
How does that happen?
How are you feeling?
How long could she live like this, drinking someone else's blood?
Memories of how much Darian loved Claire, of his own nights in her bed, overwhelmed him.
Even with all his powers, his armies, his ability to read minds, he didn't know how to make things right with her.
How are you, Darian?
That's how it is.
I would teach you how to draw pictures of sheep and horses, and even of men, said the stranger.
They sang their sweetest songs to show how much they loved him.
This she did by repeating to me as far as possible, verbatim, what she heard, and by showing me how I could take part in the conversation.
How did the call center respond to the flood of interest?
It was a tragic love story, one she knew the end to and dreaded seeing how it came to be that way.
How did you convince Darkyn to stop?
She explained how a Bird Song guest, Brandon Westlake, who was a first-class photographer, had given her pointers.
Then the crowd cheered lustily and Dorothy hugged the kitten in her arms and told her how delighted she was to know that she was innocent.
He began to see how foolish he had been; he thought how terrible it would be to live there without one friend, without one person to whom he could speak.
How could she blame him for wanting to smile?
I don't think she has a clue how irresistible men find her.
Probably because I know how they think.
How could I enjoy myself knowing he was being tended to and surrounded by strangers?
I don't know if you realize how expensive it would be.
No matter how often she asked herself the question, the answer remained elusive.
How did you know who I was?
How do you find individual cases?
I don't see how.
I don't know how you do it, boss.
Dusty gazed at him, sensing how much he loved his sister and how hurt he was by his own actions.
He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.
Not sure how, when you've been nagging me for thousands of years.
Dusty didn't say what they both knew, that Darian's attempt to save the world broke something they didn't know how to fix.
He'd drilled her in how to use and control her gift.
She tried to assess how many there might be.
How many has he killed?
You cannot begin to imagine how long I've waited for this night and what I've done to make sure it happens as it must.
And I can't wait for Jonny to figure out how to do his job.
How long will you be coaching in my territory?
While surprised to see him there, she was struck by how well Jake fit in with the other men.
She'd never seen a man so strong, and she couldn't imagine talking to him without remembering how beautiful that body was.
My, how things change.
Sofia forced her own smile, noticing how Claire's gaze swept over her as if she were an uninvited insect in her bedroom.
Damian had been considering how to help Sofia adjust.
Almost as bad, how many others had died from the treachery of a single Guardian?
How many Guardians had he lost this year alone?
How many humans were dead because he lacked the strength to face his instincts?
Renewed by the blood, more sobs wracked her body as she thought of Damian and how badly she'd destroyed any plan Dustin or Jule could make.
How did you alert them?
Unable to exit the dream fully, Deidre had no concept of how long they stood before the black flames of the fire.
How did they not have emotions when she saw signs of them?
She'd seen how hungry he was last night.
How many days, months, years had she prayed for a miracle like the one in her hand?
I know how good you are.
Was this how Darkyn knew how to make deals?
I saw how you were created from a seventeen-year-old boy who wanted nothing more than for your mistress to love you.
How can I help you?
You know I couldn't figure out how to turn on the shower?
I won't tell you how fascinating I find kitchen appliances.
How can you be so … nice?
How about if I did something really bad?
More precisely, we will probably teach machines to teach themselves how to process it for us and surface findings to us.
Finally I noticed a very obvious error in the sequence and for an instant I concentrated my attention on the lesson and tried to think how I should have arranged the beads.
After I had learned a great many interesting things about the life and habits of the children of the sea--how in the midst of dashing waves the little polyps build the beautiful coral isles of the Pacific, and the foraminifera have made the chalk-hills of many a land--my teacher read me "The Chambered Nautilus," and showed me that the shell-building process of the mollusks is symbolical of the development of the mind.
How different this journey was from the one I had made to Baltimore two years before!
Did you tell him how it makes you feel?
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
How many times had people commented on his wealth?
Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?
How have you been, Len?
Instead, they had talked about the house and how she would assume responsibilities.
How far had Bordeaux carried her?
Did you tell him how you feel?
How did the twins feel about all of this?
I told you how I felt about my father.
How was I supposed to know you had a thing for Davis?
Be careful how you talk about my sister.
You know how I am.
How long has it been snowing?
You can't imagine how sore I am.
I still don't know how you can stand that cold wind.
How are things going between you and scruffy?
Cindy, how would you like to do some redecorating for me?
How could she stay, feeling as she did about Cade?
I had an idea how it made him feel.
How can we get to that mall!
She'd learned self-defense by the age of eleven and how to shoot a gun when she was twelve.
You know how to defend yourself, and you can turn even a man into a rock with your magic.
How he wished he had his power!
He hadn't expected her to know how to fight.
She'd always been grateful to him for accepting her and her gift, but he'd always refused to tell her what exactly he was and how he seemed to be able to read her mind sometimes.
And how did she stomach the thought of her father doing such a thing to someone?
She thought of how she'd felt safe with Jule during their brief encounter.
How's everything on your side of the world?
He wasn't to that point yet, and he had to figure out just how to protect the woman from the man she considered her own father.
Train him how to run his own operatives.
His senses tingled, and he dwelled on how his defensive powers almost seemed to work when nothing else did.
How'd you get out?
The guardsman struck with nonchalance that told Jule just how much he was being underestimated.
She pushed him back down, showing him just how unprepared he was to deal with anything.
She'd never before wondered how or why he knew so much about fighting.
She wondered how many other men had been killed by the clean, neatly aligned weapons in the armory.
He was hurt" she rushed on, not wanting to admit how, "but he's safe for now."
I guess I watched too many movies about spies to know how they really work.
Jenn snorted, wondering how she explained there was only one vamp in an entire organization of inhuman blood suckers that gave her the creeps.
He'd never been human, and he had no idea how long it took for a human body to heal.
The sensations whipped through him, reminding him how human he really was.
I can't describe how strange this is, Father.
I guess I'd forgotten how many there were.
Do you know how I can regain my Original power?
Yully spent the drive north learning how to manipulate her father's magics with his patient tips as guidance.
She tested it as she walked to see how much effort it would take to control.
We'll see just how strong your bond to him is.
You Guardians don't understand how to bargain.
She rubbed its forehead and leaned forward to touch its neck, marveling at how soft its hair was.
How may I direct your call? a pleasant voice answered.
The two Guardians looked at each other, neither certain how to respond.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
Damian wasn't sure how someone going from the second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like she crawled through a war zone.
How many Naturals you have in Tucson?
Tell me, love, just how powerful are you?
Does she understand how important her gift is?
You figure out how to train one?
She stared at the sunbeams moving across the ceiling, not remembering where she was or how she arrived.
How many people lived to hear they'd died?
That can be an issue when you don't know how to fight.
Sofia fled to her room, amazed at how good she felt.
She backed away from his door, wondering how that deviant thought emerged.
I think I can teach myself how to keep from seeing deaths whenever I touch someone.
She had no idea how his world operated!
He was dressed again all in black, a color that should have minimized his size but just amplified how ripped he was beneath the clothing.
The tick in his jaw belied how tightly his teeth were clamped.
She held her head in her hands, tormented by his pain without understanding how she was supposed to help a dead man.
Sofia didn't have time to plot how to approach her.
Han says she's progressing pretty quickly, though since none of us know how to train her, it's hard to tell.
You know how hard it was for her to tell you that? his closest friend snapped.
No, Damian, you couldn't have known how twisted she was.
If he had, how many thousands of lives would have been saved?
How good was a Defender of Humanity who purposely looked away from something that led to so many deaths?
He ached to show her how much she meant to him, to open her closed vision of him and his world and show her the beauty that made him fight as he did.
He'd been as gentle with her as he'd known how, and still she suffered under the weight of the visions.
I don't know how you know this, but I stopped asking questions awhile ago.
Sofia recalled how much her first meeting with him had scared her.
She tried not to let it affect her but suspected by his look of satisfaction that he saw how quickly her face changed colors.
I'm not sure how betraying everything your husband stood for would excuse anything you did.
How had he ever turned a blind eye to her?
Any hope she'd had of them not understanding how different she was died.
How does that work, Sofia? he challenged in a husky tone.
Damian regarded him, reminded again how fortunate he was to have friends like his.
In hindsight, he wondered how he'd ever been fooled or why he'd settle for Claire when there was someone like Sofia out there, who'd love him for him and not for his title.
He didn't remember what made the scars, and he didn't realize how many there were.
He'd found his way out, but he wasn't sure how.
He didn't know how to leave the underground prison, or he'd take her outside to see them.
Jule laughed, looking at her to see how she'd take it.
See how that works, Dusty?
What I didn't say was how you can be used against him.
He didn't remember how he got it, and he doubted it'd been there before kiri put it there hours before.
Is this how you train 'em in the eastern hemisphere?
How long would it take Gabriel to find her and rescue her?
Uncertain how to explain things, she turned and swept her pink-dyed hair from her back to show him the mating mark.
She shivered, not wanting to imagine what Darkyn was capable of or how hard it might be to outmaneuver him to leave Hell.
You should not make deals, until you learn how, Zamon said sternly.
How do I learn?
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
His nearness rattled her senses in a way that reminded her of how she felt around Gabriel.
But, if an Immortal or human or deity corners you, and you aren't able to summon me, you need to know how to defend yourself, Darkyn started.
Deidre couldn't understand the relationship and how permanent he claimed it was.
Need was thick in her body, an inhuman craving she knew now how to satisfy.
Physically at ease with him, she nonetheless had no idea how to talk to a lover who was neither one she chose nor human.
Her face warmed at how desperate she'd been for a single drop of him, to feel him inside her while his fangs sank into her neck.
You see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
She'd been on the verge of dying, discussing how her impending death forced her to decide whether she wanted to live or mourn.
At the reminder, she looked away, uncertain how to handle her newest foray into the weirdness that was the Immortal world.
She wanted to slap him, more because he was making it obvious how right Darkyn was.
He taught me how to kill someone, by the way, she added.
Was that how he became the Dark One?
He hadn't killed her, because of the bonds and a deal she made without knowing how important it was.
How do you know about that?
I won't make any deals this trip if you teach me how when I return.
Uncertain how to respond, Deidre laughed uncomfortably at the amount of bewilderment his question contained.
How did she accept her destiny as his mate?
How strongly do you feel?
Any thought she had of trying to make it here faded whenever she saw the desert or thought about how Darkyn manipulated her.
She recalled how his former right hand dealer had turned traitor.
Darkyn gave her the power to seduce without the knowledge on how to turn off its effects, if it was even possible.
She recalled how much he loved to conquer.
How many were here?
She wasn't certain how he could say such a thing about the woman who gave up everything for him.
You can't understand that or how I feel.
Use it how you will.
You know this how?
It had nothing to do with you or how I felt.
I don't know how to explain it.
Anyway, I saw how Darkyn was created from a lowborn demon scorned by others because he was smaller.
There were days when you hated the fact you did love her, and there were days when she almost walked away from you for good, because she hated that she couldn't control how she felt, Deidre continued.
She wasn't sure how she got it out.
How is this different?
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
How did you lose your deal? she asked Zamon.
I guess I wanted to see how you're faring.
If you were alive, I wanted to see if you had any … advice about how to deal with Gabriel.
I've been trying to think of how to do that.
Deidre couldn't help wondering how the woman was able to ask such favors after hurting her so badly.
The part of you that makes him forget how grey his world is.
How do you know this?
Um, I guess you know how to call me if you need anything.
She was the last to lose hope, and it was being forced to see how out of place she was in Gabriel's equation that finally broke her resolve.
It was difficult to hear how easily he'd evaluated and cornered her to get her to Hell.
She shivered, unaware just how close she'd been to dying by his hands.
He was relaxed, and it struck her how different he was with her in bed compared to outside their room.
I do not understand how you feel as you do.
She assessed that – for the first time – he wasn't entirely certain how to react.
How is my little fruit bat doing?
I'm trying to figure out how I can want to be with him but not stomach what he does as the Dark One.
Curious to see how the girl was, Deidre walked three doors down and paused.
Is this how you talk to your father?
Selyn crowded her, almost tripping them both by how close she was.
Deidre looked from Harmony to Selyn, wishing she knew how to diffuse the situation in a way that Selyn was able to escape.
How often had she heard how dangerous abandoned mines were?
He went to the sink and began attacking the pile of dirty dishes as he pondered how they would tell the young girl her world was about to flip upside down.
How come I don't have a say?
I can't sit here and tell you how things will work out with your mother.
How about we go into Montrose this afternoon and buy a real suitcase?
She looked up at her husband as he began to dress "It's as if she's done something wrong and wants to talk about it but doesn't know how."
Dean just smiled, wondering how Ginger and Joseph would know where brother and sister-in-law were if they themselves hadn't lied like the proverbial rug and done the exact same thing as the pair they were accusing.
How did you meet daddy?
How should I know?
How about taking care of her?
How much did you see?
How good she was?
How did you get the call?
I know she's her mother, but how could anyone put a child in harm's way like that?
And how could the state be so stupid to let it happen?
God, how did I get in this mess?
He just wished his stepfather would be more forthcoming about the nature of his concern so he'd know how to help.
How would you like working with a slug who couldn't keep his hands off your boobs every time no one was looking and grabbed your ass whenever he damned well pleased?
How did you take the news?
His only comment of note was that Patsy, while obviously exhausted, seemed especially cheerful— "pleased with herself" was how he'd described her.
They came in a flat green tin—fifty of 'em. That's how they got the name.
How were the two connected?
How had their conversation gone from an inquiry about money to a litmus test of their stay in Texas?
You know how stubborn you are about not doing business with dishonest people.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
How much is it, Dad?
How are you holding up?
How will she get here from the airport?
She wanted to tell him how much she missed him - how much she wished he was there, but he might jump in the truck and travel dangerous highways.
The nurse would have no way of knowing how uncharacteristic this behavior was for Destiny.
Where it is written how we are to make a child?
How will he get there?
Maybe he was impressed with how quickly Jonathan improved.
The big question was how to end it.
How could he be so calm about it?
It was exactly how she felt.
How could a man with four million in the bank be in financial danger?
Yet, no matter how many times she tried to reassure herself of that, she remained concerned.
How long are you going to put up with this?
How did having a son become a financial issue?
How old is he?
I can only imagine how difficult this is for you.
Probably because he didn't know how to handle the situation - and Alex always wanted to be in control.
For the first time the memory of how he reacted when she told him she was pregnant wasn't a painful one.
How can you say that?
You know how I feel.
How much does a gallon of milk weigh?
Alex stood beside her, watching the nurse as she gave instructions to Carmen on how to nurse the infant.
He has to learn how... and maybe he senses your anxiety.
It won't make any difference to you whether they are adopted or biological - not in how much you love them or how you treat them.
He had an idea of how his father felt, fearing he would have to watch his little boy grow and not being able to be the provider.
Isn't it strange how babies can draw people together?
Felipa and Alondra see how it is with Carmen.
I see how it is with your children.
That's how I was raised.
If the boy had been his, how would his good intentions have made her husband feel?
That explains how you treated Katie, but what about Felipa and Alondra - and even Dulce?
She gave him insight into how Katie and her mother felt about the subject.
How old is the girl?
It was hard to explain how her beauty was different than so many others, but it was.
How do you figure I owe you anything?
I remembered how isolated these roads were, but I forgot how dangerous they were.
The movement brought a painful awareness of how stiff her muscles were becoming.
His moods flipped back and forth so fast it was hard to know how he would respond to anything.
She ate in silence, wondering how she could manage the hike to the car.
Apparently this was a favorite haunt for Giddon... and how many others?
How could he take advantage of her that way?
How many people knew anything about their boss before they were hired?
If you absolutely insist on doing this, at least leave me instructions on how to get there... and a phone number where you can be reached.
You finally learned how to smile again.
Is it all right if I call Lisa now and then to see how she's doing?
How could she have been such a fool?
I never realized how lonely my mother was until you came.
How did you know where to find me?
Surely you have time off as well, otherwise, how would you have time to come all the way out here.
Why had he come to this house, and how did he know the way?
His remark about how she looked in the swimsuit made it obvious that he saw her as something more than a baby sitter or maid.
Their gazes met and it struck her how extraordinarily handsome he was.
Still, how could Giddon know?
It was difficult to believe that Connie would tell Allen, knowing his weakness for alcohol, but how else would he have known?
I didn't realize how much I needed to get out.
How did you know?
I can't imagine how Allen knew.
His somber gaze was alluring – probably because he was unaware of how attractive it was.
How did he know she was getting her car today?
How much had Sarah heard?
I can just imagine how much of that Howard would want to know.
How could she answer them without implicating Yancey?
How are things at the house?
How could anyone who loved so thoroughly be guilty of the things she suspected?
Was that how he found her so quickly?
Do you realize how close you came to running right into a bear?
How responsible was that?
How much had he heard?
How many times have I told you not to leave the house at night in your bare feet?
How... did he... know I... was here?
How did you know I was here.
Then how did he know I was here?
How did you know Allen was looking for me?
Didn't you have any idea how he felt about you?
How long ago did this happen?
You know how dangerous they are!
You could have been trapped—lost, for God knows how long!
How far in this place did you go?
How could you tell it was a man?
How did you get out?
They talked about how to punish me and then sat me down and told me their decision.
He never let up in spite of how I hollered and carried on.
How long did you hate them?
No one wants to think about the result of their actions nowadays, and no one talks about how this ruins the poor girl's life.
I'll show you how I set up my shots.
How in hell did he get himself into these situations?
I know how you feel about stuff like that.
How could he be so stupid?
Paul and Paulette babbled about Telluride and how they wanted an early start for the fifty-mile trip on this summer sunshine morning.
But if the little bit I've got's not stopping me from trying to multiply it to something better, how can you be worried about this kid of yours?
How could they be aware of what she saw?
How's the election coming?
Dean explained how she'd stopped him for speeding.
How did you know about the Lucky Pup?
How did you know, Paul?
How do we get ourselves into these messes?
How can he be a candidate?
I don't know how I'd drag you out!
The words weren't out of his mouth before he realized how wrong they were.
How many miles do you suppose it is?
How was the mine tour?
How can you sit on a jury that involves guests staying at Bird Song?
Whatever legal action the Dawkins are involved in would certainly be tainted if Fred knew how Joseph acted up there.
How do I know the two matters aren't tied together unless I poke a bit?
It was strange how quickly the trials and fears of the day could be put on the back burner with a couple of swigs of amber liquid.
This Josh would send reports to my father of just how rich the mine was.
How much time do you suppose we're spending on a case where as far as we can tell no one is in harm's way whatsoever?
How do you know that?
In his mind, anyone tied to the Dawkins, no matter how obliquely, was fair game.
Look, if Faust is the Dawkinses' lawyer, I can't see how your saying so jeopardizes a damn thing.
I don't see how telling us what the case is about, who the litigants are and who's the attorney compromises anything.
That's how they met!
How many prop skeletons could there be in the small town of Ouray?
When he'd finished, he asked Fred, "How many of those trunks were sold in total?"
Besides, how would Fitzgerald know about the theatrical bones?
Look how much information he's developed so far.
How did that come about?
Since I was in kindergarten, the world has kept saying how pretty I am with one breath and how stupid I am with the other.
I don't know how it came up—maybe he asked where I was born—but when I told him, he said how he knew Ouray and loved it out here.
I figured he romanticized the place, built up in his mind how beautiful it was, but he didn't.
I just don't know who or how or why they were taken.
How are the sales going?
Dean could only guess how painful so strong a blast directed at your body—and sometimes head—must feel.
Do you know how old the guy is?
The Deans, while making no comment on the discovery, realized this was how someone could have entered the mine and altered their markings while they were inside.
I guess this is how it's going to be—once you're sheriff.
How do you think Billy was killed?
That's how I got stuck at the crash scene—all alone.
He was an excellent speaker and unabashedly told the gathering how he'd found the local sheriff's office in disarray and how it lacked up-to-date tools to deal with modern problems.
He did so now, describing Lydia's reluctance in descending to the accident, but glossing over just how petrified she'd been.
He explained how he'd tossed the liquor bottle he found at the site of the wrecked Jeep.
All I could think of was Randy and how lucky we are that he's got his act together in spite of this business with Jen—how much better off he is than Billy— and Jen than Melissa.
How would Fitzgerald know?
How do you know he has a gun?
If he didn't know anything about mining, how could he convince Dawkins?
How can we pinpoint a date?
He didn't have to explain how accusing his opponent would be perceived, especially after their acrimonious debate.
I'm interested in how Billy Langstrom died.
He rose and began pacing the room as Dean stopped by and proceeded to bend Dean's ear how this was the day he and Paulette were to receive a firm offer on the Lucky Pup property.
How could you let a little girl be alone with a convicted criminal long enough to be kidnapped?
How long has Martha been missing?
How could you let this happen?
If not, how can he be so sure she's safe?
Without the actual bones, how will we ever know?
So how's the election coming?
Dean then brought Lydia Larkin into the picture by telling Jake Weller how she had radioed Fitzgerald with the two Denver investigators in her car, making the call from the spot where he claimed she'd be out of reception.
She was enthralled with the lengthy explanation and they were surprised in the telling how much had happened in the short time she was away.
Do you want me to … uh, remind you how?
Deidre watched closely as Cora demonstrated how to heat water, insert the teabag and then add sugar.
She didn't understand how, when there was so much beauty around her.
She spent a minute thinking over how she'd seen human-Deidre buy things.
Someone had figured out how to turn off the overhead lights that blinded her earlier.
How did she win him, if she had to guess what he was thinking?
How did she win him, if she wasn't able to control the human feelings?
Chest heaving, he gazed around the meat locker to assess how many bodies were present.
He didn't know how it was possible.
No matter how many Deidres were shoved into that perfect little body, she'd never have the control over him she once had.
It was how things always used to be with her.
She seemed to be thinking of how to respond.
Demons – especially those personally trained by Darkyn – knew how to sense weakness.
Gabriel took a moment to breathe deeply, unsettled by how quickly his assassins were falling.
He wasn't certain how to prove to them he was their leader, aside from doing his job.
He hadn't thought about how different the world would be for her.
How do you think I had my soul to plant in human-Deidre's head when she was born?
How could you ever think you'd rule the underworld, if you didn't take it seriously?
His blood was already humming with desire; he forgot how much of a turn on arguing with her was.
She didn't understand how humans could feel so much and still function when she was overwhelmed.
Deidre struggled to remember if this had ever happened before and if so, how it was fixed.
How did Gabriel get souls back to the underworld if he wasn't allowed there?
He had no idea how many rules she broke in her time as Death.
That he understood now how he needed to break rules from time-to-time to preserve his domain was gratifying after years of him judging her for it.
I can't get over how incredible the human world is.
She doesn't understand how unlikely that is.
How many more die before we stop him?
Gabriel knew how sensitive the crypt in the basement was.
Any clue how a hole in the ground equates to an evil soul?
But" Andre paused, debating silently "I'd say you need to determine how much you are willing to trust her."
He had no idea how to interpret the warning.
How had she never noticed his subtle power before?
Deidre watched, intrigued by how graceful and silent the large creatures were as they moved through the clearing.
How do I … earn your trust, Gabriel?
If he had to think about how to respond, it probably wasn't good.
How could she possibly win in the next five?
You knew how that would go.
Andre's patient smile reminded him of how there was a time when he never would've considered asking for such a favor.
How was it possible they were in the mortal realm?
How is that your concern?
How important is it to you?
How is your deal with her going?
She never realized how easily he read those around him until he was throwing her thoughts into her face.
But how did one misplace or lose millions?
That issue, she should understand how to fix.
He chose to overlook Cora's disappointment at how close she'd been to home without being able to go back.
How long have the souls been here and you didn't know?
He didn't realize how great of a transformation had really taken place within the small woman gazing up at him.
She was honest about wanting to help him and about how she felt.
He squeezed her with his thick arms, and again she marveled at how he managed to be gentle with her when he was so strong.
I won't walk away from you, no matter how bad it is, he said softly.
How did you bear it for so long?