Her eyebrows wiggled as he mentioned toys and chains.  But he was right, she was not meaning the kind of fun, consensual kink that Geraint now referred to.  For Blackvayne, it was all about the power play.  He could give you over to someone else because you were his.  The person being given had no real say in the matter, unless they wanted to lose everything he gave to them.  Vara realized that was why her situation was different.  Yes, she had lost most of her former life, but it had been her choice to be honest with Geraint and she had wanted to sleep with him.  She was not just tossed his way and forced to obey.<br/><br/>"You think he just figured out that we connected with one another and decided to play that to his advantage?"  She rolled that over in her mind. It actually made sense.  If Blackvayne could pull her into a conversation, he might be able to see some of what was going on.  Or maybe someone saw them leaving the village.  There were ways he could have found out about her and Geraint.  Blackvayne knew the witches kept a "Dark One" around to help out with the dirty things they did not want to do.<br/><br/>"It's possible.  Maybe he hoped I would bring you to him but hate the idea that he brought us together so much, that I would ultimately reject you for it.  It seems like the kind of play he would make."  She nodded.<br/><br/>"So we keep him at a distance and find some leverage.  The leverage is going to be the hard part.  It's not like we can go start our own pack in the next few days and grow it exponentially..."