He looked at her—really looked at her—for the first time since he had arrived. Phenelope, standing there unflinching, calm in the face of his rage, was not just protected by this shield. She was the shield in a way. The energy that surrounded her wasn't just physical; it was almost as if it emanated from her very being, her heart, her spirit.
"Miss, I must check your body first to determine how much wax. I would need to complete the job. I'm going to remove the sheet, okay?"
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