“One, it is too late to back out. The time to do so was before I told you what I did. If you walk away now, you do so without your life. And two, you’re wrong. Humans are not disposable to us. You are our only sustainable food source. We have experimented with both animal and synthetic blood and failed. While they provide us adequate nutrients, they also have the unabidable side effects of diminishing our strength, speed, and other superhuman abilities. Power is everything to a vampire. Therefore, we must tolerate and even assist with the preservation of your species. It is why our laws have come to be what they are. Once the indiscriminate killing of humans by vampires was allowed so long as they did not leave any witnesses or evidence behind to confirm that the blame lay with us. When the Black Death cut Europe’s human population in half during the 14 th century, it had devastating effects on our food supply. It was then that vampire law was changed to forbid the indiscriminate killing of humans, forcing vampires to learn to feed without killing. Now, no vampire is allowed to kill a human without proof of cause or provocation. There are harsh penalties for breaking the law.” “Yup still not good enough. Vampires may not kill us by the thousands anymore but you do still kill us. Maybe one human here, two humans there, three a little more down the line. And I’m guessing as long as the act can be covered up or goes unnoticed no one really makes a big fuss about that particular law being broken. I wonder how many of dozens of people that go missing each year are the result of vampire involvement. Oops, I killed a human. No worries, I’ll just torch the body and no one will ever know the difference. The authorities can’t look to vampire involvement if there is no body left behind to display the puncture wounds, right?” Aiden stared at her stone faced. “How long have you dreamed of finding your father’s killer and bringing him to justice. The better question is how long have you been futilely hunting your father’s killer? 8 years correct? How does that feel? To chase a ghost for nearly decade and never catch up to him. Don’t you want to finally look into the eyes of your father’s killer and get the revenge you so desperately seek? Maybe then you can let go of the mountain of rage and guilt you’ve carried around for so long,” he added a little more gently toward the end. “Don’t. You don’t know the first thing about what I feel,” Cara warned him. “I know more than you think.” “Really? I’d love to hear why you think that is.” “I am sure you would, but you won’t.” It was only there for a second but Cara saw a slight flicker in Aiden’s eyes that mirrored the pain and grief she had grappled with for so long. It made her think that maybe he had not said what he did simply to bait her into helping him. Maybe it came from a place of empathy. Uncomfortable with the prospect of any sort of shared kinship among them, she let the issue drop. “Let’s say I do decide it’s worth it to know my father’s killer, what exactly do you want from me?” A small smile played at Aiden’s lips. Cara hated herself for noticing how much more attractive it made him look. “How many times is it now that you’ve asked me that question?” “More than I like to count,” Cara gritted out. She did not like to be mocked. The smile on Aiden’s lips widened and Cara wanted to free her steak knife from its napkin holder and embed it between his eyes. He conspiratorially leaned in closer to her. “Dear Hunter, what do I want with you? About a thousand and one things that