Vara drew in a deep breath, considering her options.  She could brush off the entire experience and he would be free to choose the life he wanted, or she could be truthful about her feelings.  Even though she wanted to give him his freedom and choices, something no one else seemed to have given him, she could not ignore her feelings.<br/><br/>“I felt it too...” The words were quiet, a near silent confession because she feared she was dooming him by tying him to her fate.  And just like that, their feelings went from something nebulous and floating, to something much more concrete.  “My parents weren’t mates, not real ones anyway, but this felt like what I always heard that stuff described as.  Immediate attraction, some commonalities and then...Needs that can’t be ignored.”  It made things a lot more clear.<br/><br/>“Would you have saved any stranger who tried to kill one of the witches, or was there something about me in particular?  Because even though I thought Blackvayne was a prick, I don’t think I would have betrayed him for someone random...Someone who wasn’t special.”  The pieces now fit together in a way she had not seen before.  If the witches had gotten hold of her, she would have taken Blackvayne’s secrets to her grave, but felt like she could trust Geraint.  He felt important from the moment he first spoke to her.