Born In Blood (Born Hunter Book 1) by Nia Davenport

Cara gestured to the empty tables around them.
                  Aiden simply shrugged lackadaisically. “The owner was more than adequately compensated.”
                  “How magnanimous of you. I’m surprised you didn’t forego bribery in lieu of threat of torture.”
                  “As you said, I prefer to add a touch of civility to the otherwise ruthless dealings of vampires. Why employ brutality toward that which can be just as easily accomplished with wealth and finesse. I have enough of both to last me a thousand lifetimes over. I can spare a little when the situation calls for it.”
                  Cara rolled her eyes at the inherent egotism in his statement. She thought back to how swiftly and mercilessly he had handled the situation with Michaelson earlier in the night. She was sure that while he may prefer civility to cruelty he had no problem reigning death and destruction down upon those who crossed him. He did not strike her as the type who tolerated betrayal or challenges to his authority very well. She saw the cracks in his mask of civility while he ripped out Michaelson’s heart. She shuddered to think about what he looked like when the mask completely peeled away. If fate were on her side she would never be around to find out.
                  “Was it necessary to clear everyone out?” She questioned him, still in disbelief that he had actually accomplished it.
                  “It was. The details of our discussion are confidential in nature, and as a general rule vampires do not dine alongside humans.”
                  “Of course you don’t. You vampires are far too superior to sully yourselves by associating with lowly humans. We are only worthy of being preyed and fed upon.”
                  Aiden sat his wine glass down and stared into her eyes. “Something tells me dear Hunter that you have not been prey in a long time. Not since the night your father was killed.”
                  Cara’s spine steeled as she fought the urge the leap over the table and cut the vampire’s tongue out, Prince of Darkness or not, for daring to speak of her father. Especially, when it was one of his kind who had killed him. “What the hell do you know about my father,” she hissed low and threatening.
                  He leaned closer to her and smiled that stupidly infuriating and dimpled grin of his. “Admittedly not much more than the Division. But I do know one thing that N.A.D.H does not… It was not a vampire who killed him.”
                  “Wow, that is a new one. What are you talking about? I don’t know anything? I won’t talk to a hunter. Those are the typical responses I’ve grown use to from your kind and can even understand. After all vampires protect their own. You all would never willingly or even unwillingly betray another to the humans. The penalty of doing so is torture and death. I do know that much about your culture and customs. But I have never heard vampires didn’t do it. Of course they did. What else is capable of tearing a whole the size of a grapefruit into a man’s throat? And please spare me with the maybe it was a wild animal excuse. We were on a private beach in the Caribbean.” Cara was so furious she saw red by the end of her tirade. How dare he insult her intelligence? If vampires didn't kill her father, then what the hell else did?
                  “I never meant to insult your intelligence. I hold it in rather high regard in fact. As for the latter, that is exactly what I intend to find out. I believe you can help me do so.”
                  Cara blinked both stunned and confused. Her mental shields were iron-tight, but in her anger she must have let them slip, allowing Aiden a window into her mind. That never happened. Ever. Her mental shields held under the most strenuous of circumstances. Then