That the emotions that the Were in front of her were entirely feigned went right over the fae's head. After all, she couldn't feel the emotions that Frost felt, the man displaying a stronger sense of apathy than Aiden. For all she knew, it was entirely real, and Frost had given her absolutely no reason to not trust him entirely. He came to her as a friend, making sure that she was safe, making sure that she had news that might affect her personally. No one that did that could have malicious intent - or so Samantha thought. That he was planning to get rid of Dorian or harm Aiden weren't things that the faerie girl could possibly comprehend, no. No, the girl seemed incapable of thinking anything but the best of everyone she met.

As such, she couldn't help but release information about her monarchy to the man beside her, unaware that the names of her subjects may cause harm to them. She was more than willing to share about Dorian's lessons he intended on putting her through, as well as sharing in a laugh at his insistence that she had no use for lessons in etiquette. "Believe it or not, you just explained it better in a matter of seconds than Dorian could probably explain in an hour. Thank you," She offered him a nod as she leaned against the counter, rather content to admit that she had told no one about the events that had happened recently. The information that she continued to present the man with was all in a genuine effort to be friendly with the man, unaware that he was filing any bit of that information away in how he could make her a casualty of the war he had with the Nightshade pack.

In fact, the girl's notions of friendliness remained steady until the man revealed the real reason that he had come to see her. Three women were on the loose here, lurking around the area that she lived, and that was the end of any smiles that Samantha could possibly offer the man. No, her eyes were suddenly full of terror, her hands giving way to trembling. There was nothing pleasant about those girls, nothing but danger. She could remember them laughing as she screamed, doing what they could to make her stay with them as traumatic as possible. Flashes of the week she spent with them seemed to go through her mind rapidly, causing the woman to sink to the ground as though her legs could simply no longer hold her. And perhaps they couldn't. No, that there was even the tiniest of possibilities, Samantha was sure that she would never be able to sleep again.

Samantha hardly noticed as Frost knelt beside her, thankful even in the slightest that he made no attempt to touch her. She demanded information out of him, wanting any bit of an indication that they could be anyone else besides who she feared. But no, with all the information he had given her, who else would they be? Still, the petite fae demanded answers, her tone begging the man for anything he might have known. Anything Samantha could use to protect herself. It was almost as though he struck her in the way he mentioned that he didn't know much more. Frost wasn't trying to hurt her, she knew that, but she needed more information.

At the mention of whether or not she knew these girls, she shivered, giving him a short nod. "Yes," She said very, very softly, her voice almost entirely inaudible. The trembling had escalated, causing the girl to visibly shake. "Their names are Layla, Violet, and... and... Naia." She shook her head as though she could block out the memories, though she knew that they would exist forever in her mind and in her nightmares. "I met them almost six years ago. They seemed... innocent enough. Normal girls at a party I went to. I never liked parties much, but I'd just started college, and I didn't think it was that big of a deal. My roommate wanted me to go, and I'd been trying not to be such a homebody. I..."

Samantha hadn't ever spoken what had happened to her out loud, never fully. Aiden knew bits and pieces, as did Nadya, but not a soul had ever been afforded the whole story. It was almost tragic that it would be Frost, one that she barely knew, that she would allow that level of trust on. "They were friendly. I liked Layla immediately. They claimed to be Seniors, trying to tell me all about the college and all the secrets, and they got me drunk. I don't... remember exactly what happened or how I left the party, but when I woke up I was in this... it was almost like a warehouse. It was secluded, and they kept me tied up and I..."

The woman's voice cracked, a sob working it's way out of her throat. She curled further into herself, resting her forehead against her knees as she hugged them to her chest. As much as she wanted to confess what had happened to her, as much as she would have liked to tell someone everything they had done, she couldn't bring herself to find the words. It didn't stop the events from playing out in her mind. Violet cutting at her skin with knives and taking pleasure in the way she screamed. Layla using what Sam now understood was her power to make her feel as though her body was being pulled apart. Naia healing her only to harm her over and over again.

"They tortured me. Made me hallucinate. Made me see my family being harmed. Over and over and over again for a week. And at the end, Naia told me I was going to be special as she slit my throat." She lifted her head just slightly, wiping her eyes on her sleeve as she looked at Frost. "When I woke up, they were gone, and I was fae." She shook her head, shaking away the memories as she eyed Frost. "If they're lurking around this area, it might be them. You said they wouldn't want to let me go, that the fae are territorial over what they consider theirs. They made me, whether I like it or not. If it's truly them, and they're in the area, it's me they're after."