"I don't blame you for not talking about it, I mean, we've known each other all of a couple days, it's expected."  She said, a soft attempt to reassure him that it did not matter to her.  He was right, last night they had said they were in this together, and baring some kind of devastating information about Geraint, that's where she intended to be.<br/><br/>Her eyes searched the darkened room, as if the answers to his questions might be written somewhere on the dusty walls.  "You were right about me rejecting him.  He somehow knew of your abilities and that you and I would be attuned to each other, so he sent me to the witches with the hopes I'd end up in your bed.  He wanted to taint that, since I wouldn't let myself end up in his bed..."  She believed that much to be true, because it seemed like the kind of thing Blackvayne would do.  Allow some to taste happiness and then yank it promptly away.<br/><br/>"I don't know if my parents are live.  He could be lying about that.  He said that he wanted you to come back with me and that he would open up his libraries to you, share information, show you what his plans were.  That together, the three of us could take over...everything.  He said we could be together, you and I, but...He has to be lying about that.  He still wants me, he did not hide that fact."  She explained, sharing what she thought was the most important part of it.<br/><br/>Vara took in a breath.  "We would need a way to get out if we went back.  I think he truly did want you, maybe he knows something about your abilities or something.  Maybe he thinks you could share information about the witches...The risks are basically our lives, the rewards are maybe my parents seeing the light of day and maybe getting information.  That's about it..."