For instance, the pair of wings behind Wendy's back were clearly far healthier and more fully developed than his—perfectly proportioned. The long tips of those wings drooped lightly to the ground, so dreamlike they seemed almost unreal.
For instance, her fairy-like appearance—pure, lofty, untouched by earthly grime—and the terrifying strength with which she could effortlessly kill a monstrous insect outright. All of it proclaimed a single, undeniable truth to Jameson:
The Wendy of today was far, far stronger than he was.
When had she become this powerful?! The woman who once had to rely on him for a comfortable life was now living far better than he ever could!
A surge of fearful fury flashed deep within Jameson's eyes.
Why? Why was it that anyone—Albert, or Wendy… anyone at all—could obtain such power so easily, while he could not?!
Wait. Another thought struck him at once.
