The kick caught Meg right in the jaw, spinning her neck sideways. A little more strength...a squishier human body...it might have snapped her neck. She laughed a little bit, feeling blood well up in her mouth where she'd bitten down on her tongue. She spit a glob of red tinged saliva onto the ground. When she looked back at Jo, her eyes were black, and she laughed in an almost delighted way. Inside, she scrambled with panic, but on the outside, she was cool as a cucumber. A growing sense of anger was also beginning to build. Clearly, the girl had been given no warning that Meg was around, and that was a problem in and of itself. Sam had promised her he would try to do something about this, but he hadn't even talked to her apparently. He'd abandoned her. She should have been expecting it, yet somehow she hadn't. All his talk about being on the same side, making the most of things...she'd started to think of him as something. Not a friend. Never a friend. But not an enemy either. She'd started to trust him. Guess the joke was on her.
"That the best you got, Blonde? If I wanted foreplay, I'd just have gone to Sam. He sure knows how to manhandle a girl. You remember how that feels, don't you? He's so big you almost can't get away." She laughed again. Sure, she'd been driving Sam's body that time, but it wasn't an event she thought Jo was likely to forget. She couldn't seem to stop pushing the girl, and she wasn't sure why. She knew she should be trying to make a run for it, but instead, she just stood there, waiting.