“I will kill you if you hurt them.  I swear it.”  She said.  Tears began to well in her eyes and they were hot against her cheeks.  She wanted to deny him all that he said, but she knew that he was right on some level.  Their conversation had been brief, but she knew that Geraint has never shared what he shared with her.  It was strange to simultaneous hate Blackvayne for sending her out like this and feel so glad she had found Geraint.  Even her worries about the fact that he had not told her of his other abilities seemed to not matter so much.<br/><br/>She did not want to return to Blackvayne, but she knew the threat even if he had not spoken the words aloud yet.  If she did not return, if she did not bend herself to his will...Her parents would pay the price for it.  It would not be the quick death she thought they had suffered, it would be something much more painful and prolonged.<br/><br/>“Don’t touch me.”  She said, as firm as she could, but not as angry as she wished to be.  “Fine.  I’ll return home.  It’s his choice whether or not he comes, I cannot force him to return with me.”  She wanted to believe that to be true, but somehow she knew it was not.  The bond they shared had weight, and if she begged, she thought he might agree to help her.  Vara just hated that it was now tainted by Blackvayne.  Everything in her life was darkened by the vampire’s hands.