A psychic werewolf?  It was the kind of power that werewolves just did not seem inclined to, but it was also something that Geraint had not shared with her.  She knew he had the dark mark and that some of those sorts of wolves were supposed to have great power, but...It was hard not to struggle with this, because it suddenly felt like she might as well have run into the arms of Blackvayne.<br/><br/>“What are you saying?  Are you saying you faked the smell of my parents blood?”  If they were still alive then Blackvayne still had sway over her, and he knew he had it.  She folded her arms in front of her and tried to make sense of all the pieces he had presented.  She did not want to believe that this was all something he had concocted, she wanted to believe the connection to Geraint was real.<br/><br/>“So you did not offer me up like a lamb to the slaughter, you passed me out like a whore instead?”  The words felt bitter on her tongue.  Her heart ached.  Blackvayne had talent something from her that she did not even realize she wanted.<br/><br/>She shook her head and took several steps back, trying to put some distance between them.  “He won’t serve you.  If I brought him back to you, he would try to kill you and then you would kill him.  I will not do that.”