Ray smiled and gave an idle flick of his hand. The desk beside him tore free of the floor and floated into the air.

What the hell!

John's jaw dropped. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Professor Morty, you've got two options," Ray said, cutting straight to it. "One, you hand your fiancée over to me. Two, I kill you. Your call."

Ray closed his right hand into a fist. The desk shattered into splinters with a crack.

That thing had been solid wood.

John's mind went blank. If Ray decided