Why do you want to do this horrible thing to me?" she asked the beautiful woman bending down over her.Only Glenda wasn't beautiful at the moment. Her ...face was twisted into an ugly mask of hate. "I detest you spoiled little rich bitches," she snarled. "Always getting the best and the most. Treating other kids like dirt. Not even speaking to what you call 'poor white trash'. Jesus. Smirking little princesses like you helped make my life miserable a long time ago. Until I learned how soft and. ." You did. And you didn't care. And you'd be just as happy to bed the both of us. I know. It's okay, I forgive you. I don't even blame you – he's gorgeous, isn't he? Just keep your hands to yourself, and maybe we can be friends."She laughed. "Fair enough. Though, just out of curiosity ... is he as good as he looks?"I grinned. "Better. Much, much better." I licked my lips lasciviously, feeling smug as pure jealousy flashed across her face. I felt Alistair startle under me, and squeezed his arm. He feared he’d never see his parents again, that he’d be killed, that he wouldn’t be the hero he liked to imagine, but instead, he’d discover that he was the coward.“Here’s a trick I use, Logan.” Panthea leaned forward and looked into his eyes. “When you feel fear gripping you, force yourself to remember who and what you love. Focus on them. Make yourself believe that whatever happens, you have the power to change things for the good. When I do that, I find a way to push aside the fear and do. " Like I said, babe, I'm your WORST ENEMY!" What..." Tonya's fear started combining with confusion again, "What do you mean???" Who do you think your worst enemy is, stupid?" Nancy?" Tonya was still fearful, but growing more and more confused by the moment, "Jeff? Who?" You STILL don't get it, do you?" Nancy/Tonya replied, "After everything you've been through, are you telling me that it hasn't sunk in what this is REALLY all about, girl?" I... I... don't... understand..." Tonya, I'M your worst.