James’ gaze filled with regret as he looked at her. “I’m certain now you’re not Quincy. She isn’t as foolish or absurd as you.”

With the wave of a hand, the ten-colored light whisked Marci into the void. Suddenly, her black robe was shredded, leaving her exposed.

Marci shouted in a panic, “You! You pervert!”

“Go on, keep yelling.” James casually pulled out a jar of Chaos Absinthe and took a sip.

Then, with a malicious grin, James said, “The more you resist, the more it pleases me. At worst,