Meg took a step away from the wall, deliberately threatening in her body language. She winked at Jo and smiled in a purely feral way. The blood coating one side of her face and running down her neck, staining her shirt, gave her a savage appearance.
"I never play the victim, blonde. I leave that job to love struck little hunters who're all too willing to give up their lives for a broken little boy who can never love them back." She tapped the side of her head with two fingers. "I was inside Sam's head, remember? I know all about what those boys thought of you and sweety...I'd feel sorry for you if it wasn't so fucking hilarious." She spit another mouth full of blood at Jo's feet.