Sam couldn't really scoff at the notion. She knew better than most that there were things worse than death. But it did made her wonder if Elena was being dramatic, or if she knew something too. Maybe the Masquerade wasn't in effect here, but she still hadn't reached the point of being comfortable talking about the supernatural.

Not yet, anyway.

She opened her mouth, then shut it again. This was one of those delicate moments where social niceties were probably called for.

Too bad Sam didn't really do those.

"That blows," she said. "Sorry."