Wynn Sentence Examples

A few more days, and even I wouldn't have been able to undo what Wynn did.

Wynn was unable to hide his surprise this time.

Wynn took up position in a seat near the bed.

He wouldn't say much else, other than she cannot be fixed with the magic of Hell, Wynn explained.

Wynn's eyes fell to her fangs again then drifted down her body.

She traded me to him, Wynn, like I'm nothing.

Wynn studied her, warmth in his eyes.

Wynn was looking at her again, an odd light in his eyes.

Wynn's smile was fleeting.

You made your choices, Wynn.

The light in his eyes was like that in Wynn's, one she couldn't place.

It wasn't the first time she'd heard such a thing, but it sounded far worse coming from the devil than it had Wynn.

She'd packed her favorite clothes to take with her to Wynn's a few days before she ended up in Hell.

Don't give that vial to Wynn.

I know better than to trust Wynn, she said with a sigh.

She'd be helping Wynn out of Hell as well.

Yet the alternative was that Darkyn probably killed Wynn tomorrow, when he failed.

She knocked, and Wynn answered.

Wynn paced to the desk in one corner, pushing the papers around with frustration.

Your time is almost up, Wynn.

Do you have any regrets, Wynn?

She heard what was behind his message, the cunning edge Darkyn didn't try to hide behind pretty words like Wynn did.

Wynn faced her, alerted by the note in her voice.

She heard it in Wynn's, saw it in the ruthless gleam in his eyes.

I have forgiven you, Wynn.

Wynn studied her for a quiet minute.

Oh, to have had this instinct years ago, when she met Wynn!

Wynn wiped his face.

Deidre tipped the vial to tap the last of the liquid out and glanced up at Wynn.

Wynn propped her upper body with pillows.

Deidre put her hands over her mouth to keep from squealing and stepped back to give Wynn room.

She's malnourished and dehydrated, Wynn said.

Wynn said your happiness made it grow.

No more men like Wynn killing me slowly.

Even the one where you planned to lie to me about Wynn healing Selyn.

Did you … can I ask if you sent Wynn home?

She was almost angry enough with Wynn to wish he'd stayed here just a little longer.

Selyn hurried across the room to a pad of paper and pen that Wynn had clearly left behind, if his tight writing on the back cover was any indication.

Did Wynn say if you'll be able to talk again?

Wynn paced in the closet –sized portal room.

Which meant Darkyn wasn't done with Wynn yet.

The only innocent soul in Hell, for Wynn's was as black as the stone blocks of Hell's fortress.

It was beyond Wynn's control, but maybe, somehow, another deity was able to save Deidre from Darkyn, who was not likely to be merciful, even to his mate.

This thought, of what the demon lord might do to the poor girl who had suffered enough, was what made Wynn feel guiltiest.

What if he wasn't strong enough yet to fix the chain-of-events that Wynn had unknowingly started?

Suspecting it had belonged to the goddess who was Death, Wynn still wasn't expecting anyone in their right mind to revive the most dreaded of the deities.

In the meantime, Wynn was trapped in a room that felt way too small with the deity he meant to kill instead of the human he almost succeeded in killing.

Wynn didn't want to imagine what Darkyn did to the sweet girl he left behind in Hell.

Wynn pitied her but wasn't about to ask any favors of the demon lord that didn't involve Wynn leaving Hell – and Deidre – behind.

Neither a hero nor a Good Samaritan, Wynn found himself retreating to the far wall, in case the worst-case scenario happened, and one of the powerful creatures decided to act.

Wynn watched their exchange, fascinated by the idea of seeing two bloodthirsty deities try to outwit one another.

Wynn wasn't able to pity her, but he was able to understand the bigger picture.

For a moment, Wynn thought she'd refuse.

Wynn trailed her, but the demon lord rested a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

Wynn drew a deep breath and faced the smaller demon lord.

Sasha had a side that was far more depraved than that of any of Wynn's other sons.

Wynn said through clenched teeth.

Wynn's gaze lingered on the only outlet home.

Wynn trailed, dread growing at the pit of his stomach.

Wynn entered and stopped a few steps into the room, not expecting what was before him.

Wynn hid his surprise.

Wynn felt cold inside.

It's not common knowledge yet, Wynn whispered.

Wynn wasn't about to ask why it was secret or spend too much time in Hell with the violent creature before him.

His black eyes saw through Wynn.

You are showing your daughter mercy, Wynn said carefully.

I don't lose deals, Wynn.

Hell ran off deals, but Wynn's life was already in enough trouble without incurring another debt on behalf of a woman who had no hope of ever escaping Hell.

For you, Wynn, if I decide to kill her, it'll be slow.

Wynn gritted his teeth.

Silently agreeing, Wynn released the breath he held only after he heard the door close behind Darkyn.

What was Wynn, if not a healer?

Wynn's warning weighed heavier on her thoughts.

As much as she distrusted Wynn, she'd seen the caution in his features, the haunted wisdom of his gaze.

Wynn said to tell Gabriel the truth.

I need Wynn, but he's nowhere to be found this morning.

Darkyn sent me home, but Wynn didn't follow.

Why was Wynn there?

I think Wynn was insurance, in case something went wrong.

What Wynn did was really bad, Gabriel.

The whole reason he'd avoided her was because of Wynn's warning – pleasure kills – a reminder that Deidre's tumor was connected to her emotions.

But I can't find Wynn to help verify.

One he'd seen before – that of past-Death and past-Dark One agreeing on a deal that resulted in raising Wynn from the dead.

It had been where Wynn, the father of all the Immortals on the Council, had lain for hundreds of years before being dragged out by Sasha, the son who betrayed them all to Darkyn.

She's not broken like we are, Wynn had told Deidre before she left Hell.

Wynn was wrong about her being broken.

Wynn stopped in the middle of the hallway.

The cultured mannerisms that made talking to Andre comfortable were quite different from Wynn.

He was cold where Andre was warm, and Wynn's direct gaze held no emotion.

Determined to find some peace and quiet, Wynn ignored the men racing in different directions through the hallways and went to one of the back stairwells.

Wynn trotted down the stairs.

Wynn wished of the second time that day he had a weapon of some sort.

Wynn turned and opened his eyes.

Wynn moved before his victim could.

The girl tapped his arm then held up three fingers, the sign she'd made to mean Wynn.

Darkyn was one finger, his mate two fingers and Wynn three.

Wynn caught her, puzzled.

Wynn took Selyn's arm.

Wynn was far less thrilled by what they saw.

I don't see Deidre, Wynn said, thinking fast.

Wynn doubted she knew that the Immortal who did it was his son.

Wynn stood with a slender teen demoness, half of whose face was knotted with thick scars.

Dr. Wynn knew better.

Dr. Wynn knocked and opened the door.

Instead of seating himself on the traditional doctor's stool, Dr. Wynn sat beside her on the table, hands folded across one knee.

Dr. Wynn hesitated then hugged her.

No one will fault you for taking that one step further and cleaning house, Dr. Wynn said with a faint smile.

Most of the times, conversation with Dr. Wynn was like talking to a robot.

If nothing else, Wynn was going to make a terrific friend.

Did she tell Wynn what she planned?

Did Dr. Wynn have good news?

I'd dump you before Dr. Wynn, she replied silently.

We're not getting married when I'm on my deathbed, and Dr. Wynn is the best there is! she snapped.

Deidre glared at the phone, comparing Logan's unconcerned response with Dr. Wynn's kindness.

She pulled up Dr. Wynn's office number on her cell, tempted to invite him to the beach this weekend instead of Logan.

Ask Wynn to dinner.

Dr. Wynn stood in the middle of his office.

Wynn didn't do what was right in this life or the last, unless it benefited him directly.

One minute, Dr. Wynn was headed back towards Deidre's exam room.

Wynn was still for a long moment.

Wynn removed his shoes and sat nearby, uneasy but unwilling to show it.

Wynn met the deity's gaze, which flickered between all the colors in the universe.

Wynn didn't like being out of control, at the mercy of one he couldn't predict or manipulate.

Ask what you mean to ask, Wynn.

Wynn asked in barely controlled anger.

Wynn rose, fed up.

Wynn debated the meaning behind the words.

The deity dragged Wynn here to warn him against altering his plan for revenge.

Wynn lost this round.

With a deep breath, Wynn turned away and retreated to his office.

No apologies, no regrets, she repeated the mantra she adopted when Wynn first diagnosed her as terminal.

Were these the first of the hallucinations Dr. Wynn warned her about?

Wynn's soul was an official debt she incurred, and Death would do its duty and repay.

I'm sorry to hear it, Wynn.

Dr. Wynn's massive home was located along a street lined by manicured lawns and gated homes.

The cab dropped her off, and she went to the side entrance to buzz in as Wynn directed in his text.

Deidre wasn't certain what made her so comfortable with Wynn.

She followed Wynn into his home.

Wynn trotted down the grand staircase, keys in one hand and jacket in the other.

Wynn was brilliant at small talk, distracting her and making her laugh with his dry, morbid humor.

Wynn was with her.

Wynn's voice made her jump.

Wynn, he was with me Friday and Saturday.

If anyone could handle the truth, Wynn could.

Wynn helped her carry her stuff to his vehicle.

Wynn was relaxed, sharp gaze on some point in the distance as he sipped his wine.

I just met the guy, Wynn.

What a beautiful story, Wynn summarized.

I mean, he killed Logan, Wynn.

She had a history with Wynn, and he was right.

Wynn, I don't want to put you in danger.

As she walked up the stairs, she realized that Wynn read her the same way Gabriel had the night they met.

Wynn always spoke differently, she reminded herself.

She tried hard to convince herself that she was misreading Wynn.

She didn't want that to be true of Wynn, who had helped her for years.

Wynn had always taken care of her, yet she'd felt safe at the Sanctuary and safest in Gabriel's arms.

You can't take Wynn!

Logan didn't deserve to be killed by a demon; Wynn didn't deserve to die because Gabriel didn't want anyone else around her.

She forced herself to sit on the ground, to focus, to wish with all her heart to go back to Wynn.

She'd just killed Wynn.

I'm so sorry, Wynn.

Wynn lounged in his seat at the garden table, an empty wine glass before him.

Wynn motioned to the chair across from him.

The knowing look on Wynn's face, however, made him realize the long dead-dead Immortal had figured things out.

She'd truly thought he was going to kill Wynn.

Didn't say anything at all, except welcome back, Wynn said.

The same gleam was in Wynn's eye that he remembered.

Deidre trusted Wynn enough to tell him everything.

Wynn's smile was cold.

That the skin around Wynn's eyes relaxed in genuine warmth made Gabe realize she'd survived partially because she really was different.

Wynn studied him for a moment then shrugged.

Despite the bitter words, there was regret on Wynn's face.

Wynn never cared for anyone.

I'll show myself soon, Wynn said, unconcerned.

Wynn leaned forward, interest on his face.

Wynn frowned, not expecting the news.

Wynn was silent, pensive and troubled.

I don't play games, Wynn.

He agreed silently with Wynn's parting words but wasn't certain what to do about it.

If he admitted not to killing Wynn, she'd return immediately.

If she believed Wynn dead, Gabe had time.

All it took was a few seconds for her to fall under Wynn's influence.

If what Wynn said was true, Gabriel needed as much time as he could find to figure out how to save her.

She left everything of value she owned at Wynn's.

She went to Wynn's bedroom first.

I don't know how you drink it, Wynn said, turning his head to the side.

Wynn poured her a cup of coffee and sat back, studying her closely.

She thought for sure he was coming after Wynn.

Yet, Wynn was fine.

I'm going crazy, Wynn.

I've always trusted you, Wynn.

Deidre drank her coffee in silence, feeling Wynn's gaze and unwilling to look at him after almost admitting to the plan.

She hadn't put much weight into Wynn's response, but she considered it now.

If the portals took her to Gabriel and Wynn, they might take her to Rhyn, too.

She never should've left Wynn's.

She hadn't intended not to return to Wynn's, but the idea of keeping him safe, too, made her feel a little less guilty about sneaking out on him.

She'd always hoped Wynn found some miracle cure, even while checking things off her bucket list.

There wasn't anything else Wynn could do, though.

Focusing hard on Wynn, she willed the portal to appear.

Wynn couldn't help me.

Wynn. I know this name.

She was relieved to see Wynn wasn't on the patio.

You can come in, Wynn.

Wynn, you have to tell me what happened!

But how else did Wynn know what Gabe looked like?

It looked human, Wynn appeared perplexed.

Maybe Gabe hurt Wynn while trying to save her friend from the demons.

It made more sense than Wynn being hit by Gabe.

Wynn took her chin and tilted her face up.

Wynn being cornered by a demon and her body starting to give out on her.

Wynn retreated to his bedroom.

Wynn raised an eyebrow but obeyed.

She reached out to take Wynn's hand.

Her smile faded as she saw Wynn.

This is my friend, Wynn.

Uncertain what to think of their reactions, Deidre turned to Wynn.

Wynn opened his eyes.

A familiar sense returned, the one that made Deidre think Wynn wasn't a normal human.

Wynn was an Immortal.

I'm sorry I tricked you into bring me here, Wynn replied.

Katie didn't move as Wynn placed a hand on her stomach.

Deidre watched Toby lead Wynn to the door and out.

Thank you for not killing Wynn.

I will find a way to stop it, now that Wynn told me what's wrong.

Wynn's voice was quiet.

Wynn's gaze was on the figures across the lake, his impassive features bathed in green light.

It'll take more than that for me to trust you, Wynn.

No. Wynn, I couldn't even dump Logan, and I'd been meaning to for months.

Wynn, is it true Gabriel can prevent me from dying now?

Wynn would've seen them walking over but was unfazed by the two men who terrified her.

Her eyes went to Wynn.

Personally, he wasn't about to let Wynn hurt any of the people he cared about.

Mind on Deidre and the fact he still didn't know how to undo what Wynn had done, Gabe went onto the next death-dealer at the lake then the next.

Svelte, charismatic and cool, Wynn was the opposite of Rhyn in every way except for looks.

What do you want, Wynn?

Based on her medical records, the tumor didn't grow until she hit puberty and didn't interfere with her ability to function before a few years ago, Wynn started.

Wynn gave him a knowing look.

It's what I'd do, Wynn said.

Grimly, he realized he should've taken up Wynn's first offer to barter for the secret.

As nonchalant as Wynn was being about it, he knew what it meant.

My thought was that it was a like a time bomb, awaiting the right moment for our dear deity to reemerge, Wynn said.

Wynn's eyebrows shot up.

I'll still kill her to get what I want, if I must, Wynn said with a cold smile.

Wynn was as likely as past-Deidre to make a deal with the Dark One.

Wynn told me what he did and about the soul encased in her tumor.

And hoping it wasn't like Wynn, who was reincarnated without even Darkyn realizing the soul was revived.

He needed more than access to the underworld to save her; he needed the medical advice of someone like Wynn.

Had Wynn unknowingly protected Deidre by linking her life to that of the soul in her head?

Rhyn was smiling faintly, Andre's controlled expression reminding Gabriel of Wynn.

Not even Wynn – who claimed to be her friend – came to find her.

Wynn's not dead, is he?

Wynn won't tell her.

Wynn owes it to her.

If Wynn had something to tell me, he would have.

If Wynn were to tell you something about your illness, good or bad, you'd listen?

Gabriel reappeared at the other end of the penthouse, trailed by Wynn.

That's sweet of you, Wynn.

Rationalizing that he was upset at past-Deidre like everyone else was, she wanted to stop Wynn before he said something worse.

Wynn stretched across the distance to grasp it as it started to slide from her hands.

She was trying hard to push away the gathering emotions that told her Wynn was not the man she wanted, needed him to be.

Wynn released her shoulders and returned to his side of the kitchen.

There was nothing Wynn could ever do to make things right.

You're in denial about Wynn.

If I knew three years ago, I might not have trusted Wynn.

The last part of her world shattered with Wynn's confession.

Wynn's information – pleasure kills – was still an issue.

If Tamer didn't find the tidbit of history from the time-before-time about forced soul extraction, the plan was never going to have more than a five percent chance of working, even with Wynn.

Was she willing to give life a second shot, even if Gabriel wasn't in the picture and she had no more normal friends after Wynn's betrayal?

To save you, I need to remove the tumor Wynn caused to expand in your head.

Come. Wynn's magic is killing you faster than anticipated.

Dr. Wynn's voice penetrated the haze.

Confused, she tried again to remember what procedure Dr. Wynn was performing today.

Wynn looked up from his position nearby.

Wynn led her to a door guarded by another demon and stepped aside.

She was in a lot of trouble, but at least, if Wynn left, he'd tell Gabriel where to find her.

Wynn's work on us kept you safe and me trapped.

The Supreme Magus, Dr William Wynn Westcott, has written its History (1900), with other important works on the subject, and the published Transactions of the Society are most valuable.

Though Aberdaron rectory does not belong to the isle, the farm "Cwrt" (Court), where the abbot held his court, still goes with Bardsey, which was granted to John Wynn of Bodvel, Carnarvonshire, after the battle and partial sack of Norwich by the Puritans in the Civil War; passing through Mary Bodvel to her husband, the earl of Radnor, who sold it to Dr Wilson of York.

The doctor, in turn, sold it to Sir John Wynn, of Glynllifon and Bodfean Hall, Carnarvonshire.

Don't screw over his mate, Wynn finished.

Wynn regretted what he did; he regretted the impact to him more.

I offered Wynn and Past-Death deals for your safety.

Past-Death said Darkyn kept Wynn, and the birdie told me awhile ago the reason I think he did.

She read through the notes on the first page as she returned, unable to make out Wynn's medical jargon and short hand.

From what she saw, Past-Death and Wynn were supposed to make sure of that.

Fate played a hand, too, as did Wynn.

Wynn paced in the closet –sized portal room.

Wynn pitied her but wasn't about to ask any favors of the demon lord that didn't involve Wynn leaving Hell – and Deidre – behind.

Past-Death hadn't felt the sting of reality that Wynn learned the hard way his second time around.

Past-Death was quiet, considering Wynn then Darkyn.

Half a head shorter than Wynn, the demon lord nonetheless commanded any space he was in.

Wynn listened, aware of the demon blood bond and its origins from the time-before-time.

Wynn was a brilliant surgeon, the only person Gabriel knew to bring in and evaluate Deidre's claim that she was healed.

If he wasn't able to find Wynn, there was always Andre, who could tell him if it was there.

The whole reason he'd avoided her was because of Wynn's warning – pleasure kills – a reminder that Deidre's tumor was connected to her emotions.

One he'd seen before – that of past-Death and past-Dark One agreeing on a deal that resulted in raising Wynn from the dead.

Were Wynn and Andre both right about telling him?

Wynn heard the commotion from his place on the terrace taking afternoon tea.

Frustrated and concerned his self-preservation was at stake, Wynn summoned a portal to take the girl back.

Darkyn was standing beside a molten tear in the earth, flanked by seven demons that stood one and a half times the size of Gabriel, the largest man Wynn knew.

If nothing else, Wynn was going to make a terrific friend during the last leg of her life, which comforted her a little.

Fate knew what Wynn intended to do, had he left his office to find Deidre before she left the hospital.

Unable to tamper with Fate's court any more than Death could, the Dark One was taking a risk at wanting Wynn raised from the dead-dead.

Wynn hadn't been much better than Darkyn in his pursuit for power.

He'd been baited by many Immortals in his time and understood Wynn wanted to push his buttons.

If you want her tumor to slow its growth, you'll ensure she's unhappy, Wynn advised.

I know how you operate, Wynn.

Wynn had missed the events of the past few thousand years, which meant the changes Gabe went through the past few months were mysteries to the Immortal.

It wasn't Death's duty to track a rogue Immortal like Wynn, but he had a need to ensure the right person did.

Gabriel dwelled on the idea with the same irony that made Wynn regret his vengeance.

Deidre followed the scent to the veranda, thrilled to see Wynn seated at the table where they'd had dinner.

Or Darkyn, whose offer seemed so much more objective than either Wynn's or Gabriel's.

None of the remaining were old enough to remember how Wynn had run things, and no other Immortal in the human world had been around when Wynn was in control.

Now, it's not removable by human medicine or by Immortal power, Wynn added.

The same Immortal would balance the damage done by past-Deidre when she raised Wynn and help Rhyn manage the Council and Immortals.

Not even Wynn – who claimed to be her friend – came to find her.

Andre had Wynn's patience and manner, though she sensed more genuine warmth in the man before her than she had during the tenure of her friendship with Wynn.

The mention of Wynn was almost enough for her to pounce, but she resisted.

His plan took Wynn, Andre, the oldest of the Healers he knew and his own magic, and the best he was able to come up with was given a one percent chance by Wynn, whose mind Gabriel stripped to the core to ensure the Immortal didn't deceive him.