There isn't a good reason for anything Samantha-related. The end of his straw is thoroughly chomped and mangled by the time he pulls it out of his mouth to speak. "We're supposed to be gettin' something out of it, but that's not workin' out." Daybreak should be helping them push back the vampires. Maybe if they'd assisted East End in gaining some ground, he wouldn't be quite so bitter. But, no.

Samantha had to be a sociopath and a narcissist.

"Been kinda one-sided so far. I think she's pissed 'cause her pushes with us haven't gone too well. Probably blames us for her shit failing," he explains irritably. "But Katherine's desperate enough to keep at it, so be ready for that. Den's up ahead, by the way. You can see it from here." He nods forward- it's the huge, old red-brick mill. The one that has even more bricks surrounding the premises in the form of a high wall. Most people wouldn't consider it a very friendly looking place, but most people aren't wolves, either.