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would take a thousand and one nights.”
Cara was not even about to touch that with a response. She was adamant about steering away from those particularly dangerous waters whenever they presented themselves. She simply folded her arms and returned the same stone-faced expression he bestowed upon her moments ago.
Aiden let out a sigh. “We’ll discuss that in more detail later. We regrettably have more pressing things to discuss. How do you track a vampire?” He asked her pointedly.”
Cara thought about how much of the truth she wanted to tell him. “It is mostly through instinct and intuition and old-fashioned detective work,” she lied. That was how every other hunter tracked a vampire but the truth of how she did it was much more complex. Something that she had never told anyone, not even Reiya, was that she could literally pick up on their scents and follow the trails they left behind over long distances. Shortly after joining the Division she realized it was not something anyone else could do. She decided to keep her ability to herself. A voice in the back of her mind whispered to her that it was unnatural.
The look an Aiden’s face made it clear he knew there was more to it then she was letting on. Instead of calling her on it he simply said, “Good. That is all I require of you. Help me locate the wolves responsible for the murders the same way you would track down a vampire you were after. ”
Cara still was not entirely comfortable with aiding vampires, even if it may or may not be for the greater good. Aiden made sure to point out the fact that according to myth humans were wolves preferred food source as well. In the end, she made her decision not because of a need or moral duty to protect humanity from an unknown threat, but for purely selfish reasons. She had been chasing her father’s murderer for more than half a decade and Aiden presented her with the very real possibility of finally finding him. She made her decision based on a pure, unadulterated, cloying need for revenge. She would find the fucker, whatever the hell it was, and return the favor of ripping out his throat.
“I’m in,” Cara smiled across the table at Aiden.
It was not missed on him that her smile was not a nice one. It was cold, sadistic, and twisted and promised pain. Aiden thought, not for the first time, that perhaps he was not the only one with a penchant for ruthlessness. The hunter was just as cold-blooded and merciless as he was. Damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing he had seen on a woman. It made the growing need to have her that much more intense. Soon , Aiden silently promised. Soon .
Nine
M uch to her dismay Cara found herself speeding through the streets of Manhattan toward her apartment in a cherry red McLaren. If she were not experiencing it for herself she wouldn’t have thought it possible to speed through the city. It was practically bursting at its seams with residents and tourists and traffic was always a nightmare. Then again the Upper East Side at 3 a.m. was a lot more settled than other parts of the city.
The odometer hit 180 and she knew she should have driven herself home from Tuscany. But no, Aiden insisted. Spouting some machismo nonsense about how now that she worked for him, she was under his watch and he would see that she had a proper escort home in the middle of the night. She called him on his bullshit asking where was his chivalry when he was trying to rip her throat out? He shrugged unapologetically and told her things were different now. He was testing her and she passed. Cara did not buy that excuse for a minute. However, she let it slide. The conversation at Tuscany left her too weary to tackle the issue. As they were leaving the
Cara was not even about to touch that with a response. She was adamant about steering away from those particularly dangerous waters whenever they presented themselves. She simply folded her arms and returned the same stone-faced expression he bestowed upon her moments ago.
Aiden let out a sigh. “We’ll discuss that in more detail later. We regrettably have more pressing things to discuss. How do you track a vampire?” He asked her pointedly.”
Cara thought about how much of the truth she wanted to tell him. “It is mostly through instinct and intuition and old-fashioned detective work,” she lied. That was how every other hunter tracked a vampire but the truth of how she did it was much more complex. Something that she had never told anyone, not even Reiya, was that she could literally pick up on their scents and follow the trails they left behind over long distances. Shortly after joining the Division she realized it was not something anyone else could do. She decided to keep her ability to herself. A voice in the back of her mind whispered to her that it was unnatural.
The look an Aiden’s face made it clear he knew there was more to it then she was letting on. Instead of calling her on it he simply said, “Good. That is all I require of you. Help me locate the wolves responsible for the murders the same way you would track down a vampire you were after. ”
Cara still was not entirely comfortable with aiding vampires, even if it may or may not be for the greater good. Aiden made sure to point out the fact that according to myth humans were wolves preferred food source as well. In the end, she made her decision not because of a need or moral duty to protect humanity from an unknown threat, but for purely selfish reasons. She had been chasing her father’s murderer for more than half a decade and Aiden presented her with the very real possibility of finally finding him. She made her decision based on a pure, unadulterated, cloying need for revenge. She would find the fucker, whatever the hell it was, and return the favor of ripping out his throat.
“I’m in,” Cara smiled across the table at Aiden.
It was not missed on him that her smile was not a nice one. It was cold, sadistic, and twisted and promised pain. Aiden thought, not for the first time, that perhaps he was not the only one with a penchant for ruthlessness. The hunter was just as cold-blooded and merciless as he was. Damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing he had seen on a woman. It made the growing need to have her that much more intense. Soon , Aiden silently promised. Soon .
Nine
M uch to her dismay Cara found herself speeding through the streets of Manhattan toward her apartment in a cherry red McLaren. If she were not experiencing it for herself she wouldn’t have thought it possible to speed through the city. It was practically bursting at its seams with residents and tourists and traffic was always a nightmare. Then again the Upper East Side at 3 a.m. was a lot more settled than other parts of the city.
The odometer hit 180 and she knew she should have driven herself home from Tuscany. But no, Aiden insisted. Spouting some machismo nonsense about how now that she worked for him, she was under his watch and he would see that she had a proper escort home in the middle of the night. She called him on his bullshit asking where was his chivalry when he was trying to rip her throat out? He shrugged unapologetically and told her things were different now. He was testing her and she passed. Cara did not buy that excuse for a minute. However, she let it slide. The conversation at Tuscany left her too weary to tackle the issue. As they were leaving the
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