Samantha Cassidy

Samantha had never particularly considered herself anyone who was particularly brave. In the few short years that she had lived in her faerie body had been lived mostly in fear. Before she'd made her way to Sacrosanct, it had been years of being scared of her own species. The trauma of her turning was still so entirely fresh, as was the realization that she had been entirely alone. Going home had been impossible - the one time that she had tried, she'd been unable to even make it past the family cat. And yet she hadn't found a place within her own species. Her creators had been gone when she'd awoke, and there had been no one to take her in and make her feel comfortable in her own body. Of course, there had been the few blissful months here in Sacrosanct where she had found comfort in her place with Aiden and Dorian, and even with the burlesque. But that had been fleeting with the knowledge that those girls... those girls would find her.

But now, standing in front of these girls with her bleeding leg and the threat to lose everything she held dear, she refused to go down without a fight. Even with the fire that spread throughout her lower half due to that cut, the young woman found herself refusing to simply go with them. It was that desire to be with Aiden and with Dorian and the life she held so dear that had her shoving herself off the wall and running in the direction of the Ark. Three seconds. They were faster than her, and it was definite that they would descend on her. Soon, they would have her in their grasp, and her only hope was that Aiden might be able to hear her. If he could hear her, then she had a chance to be saved.

It wasn't, however, the arms of the girls that brought her to a halt. No, it was a body, and for several seconds the young woman blinked up at the figure she'd collided into. It was the voice that had her heart racing, and immediately she threw her arms around the blonde male. "Frost... Oh Frost, thank god... I... You have to help me... They've..." Her tone was entirely frantic. Between the gasping of the sobs she was holding in and the hysterical panic that laced her voice, she was sure she looked entirely crazy. She refused to turn around even at his realization of the three women that were undoubtedly behind her. No, she merely clung to him, moving to hide her face within his shirt as she held on. Frost would save her. He worked for the Council, right? He had been worried, concerned. He had been the one to tell her these things so that she could be safe. "Frost, please, you have to help..."

It is the snort that left his lips saw the girl raise her head up, a look of sure confusion plastered on her features as she examined that wicked smile on his features. "F-Fr..." She stammered out, her words effectively halted as he began to speak. His words caused the girl to loosen her grip on him, though she didn't pull away just yet. "Frost... I... what?" It took several moments before her brain seemed to catch up with her. Frost... The person who had warned her about this all... he was working with them. He was not the safety that she had presumed, but rather another part of this trap. The girl shoved herself back from him, her sapphire eyes wide and trained on him. His next words had her brows furrowing even further in confusion. Performance? What...?

She turned at the snap of his fingers, watching the way that the faerie women seemed to blow away as though they were made of nothing but dust. Samantha's mouth parted in surprise, though it wasn't until the wound on her leg vanished entirely that she let out the tiny whimper. She would have expected that the disappearance of the faerie women would have dwindled her fear down to nothing, and yet the reality of it was a new kind of fear that was perhaps even more overwhelming. None of it was real. It was all an illusion. And all at the hands of Frost, a person that she'd thought was her friend. He was supposed to be her friend. She'd let him into her home. She'd shown him where she lived and confided in him, and he had used it all against her. The explanation he offered her only made that fear grow. It was a game? The fear that she'd lived in for months... the inability to sleep or eat or go to work... it had all been a game.

"Why... what... I didn't do... I didn't do anything to you..." Her voice was trembling, the young girl wrapping her arms around herself as she stared up at the blonde. She should run. She should scream. And yet she remained frozen on that sidewalk with that fear clawing at every aspect of her form. It is his next words, claiming that he did truly know Aiden that had her looking up. Raven. Those words seeming to trigger the memory of the first time she had met the wolf. Another Alpha. Another Alpha. Frost. No. Raven had warned her, and still Samantha had fallen into this trap. It was an intricate thing that he had created, and she had been caught in the web and became nothing but collateral damage. A target because of who she fell in love with.

At his dismissal, Samantha took a half step back, though she didn't take off running as the man in front of her simply stared at her. How could he look at her with that amused look on his face? How could he be so calm about all this? How could he be so unaffected by all the pain that he had caused her. All the trauma, the fear? It was that alone that had the girl staying frozen in her spot. "I thought you were my friend... I thought..."