Vara had not though of things that way, until now.  Blackvayne had appeared to take her disinterest in stride, so she assumed he was happy to move on to other women who were more than willing to join his harem.  He was somewhat intense and fickle in his desires but he had kept up with his pursuit of her over the years.  Perhaps Geraint was right and her last rejection had been enough to raise his ire.  Vara shrugged her shoulders.  “If he sent me to die, why would he worry if you caught me?  He can be fickle but...you think he would be jealous that someone else got to play with his toy...” That much was probably correct.  Blackvayne had strict rules about who belonged to him.  Other vampires weren’t allowed to bed or feed on “his” girls.<br/><br/>“I like my human form.  I like being able to talk and think and do things an animal can’t.  And you have no love for the witches, why should I think any better of them?  They had a hand in ending the old word, just as the humans did...” all of the factions had blood on their hands, none were innocent.<br/><br/>Vara arched a brow at the wink, but she followed him to the edge of the pool.  His flirtations fell on her oddly.  She found him equally attractive but it  could not be her focus right now.  And it was open and honest, unlike the somewhat manipulative ways Blackvayne had tried.<br/><br/>“A stunning young woman you assumed would try to kill you the moment we arrived her.  You’re either brave or foolish to have entered the pool unarmed...”