Vara forced herself to take several deep breaths.  Though she would have normally growled at someone who grabbed her backside, with Geraint, it was more of a comfort than an annoyance.  She still held the blanket close, clutching it like a means of security.  She sat back down on the edge of the cot and stared out into the darkness.<br/><br/>“It wasn’t a dream...I mean, it was, but not that kind of nightmare.  I thought Blackvayne had cut the connection, but he didn’t.  He came to me.”  She said, her voice now much more calm.  Vara reached for one of Geraint’s hands and held it. “He said my parents were still alive, that everything that’s happened was a means of driving me into your arms, because...because he wants me to bring you to him.  And if I don’t go back and I don’t bring you with me, this time he will hurt them.”  Her eyes lifted to meet his and the hand that had been holding his came up to cup his cheek.<br/><br/>“You don’t have to do it.  I’ll go back alone if I have to and i’ll convince him to stop this.  If he wants you there, it’s for a reason.  He’ll find a way to use you and I’m not sure I can let him do that.”