With a single abrupt movement, Meg closes the distance, until she's practically pressed right up against him. She grabs his chin in her fingers, forcing him to look at her.

"Dream on," she breathes, her lips barely a whisper away from his. "You wouldn't believe how many others have said me something similar. They all ended the same."

"But you..." Her smile is slow, and murderous, and somehow terrifyingly sweet. "... you're different. I'm going to take special care of you, Wells."