Flynn sat in his spacious room, lounging on a dark leather couch. The lights were dim, casting long shadows across the walls. On the other side of the room, several she-wolf strippers moved gracefully, their bodies swaying to the slow, sultry music. Their fur gleamed under the soft lights, and their tails swished in rhythm.
Flynn did not look at them.
His green eyes were fixed on the large screen mounted on the wall. The news was playing—footage of Fenris's estate, images of Jinx looking fragile and beautiful in her nightgown, headlines scrolling across the bottom.
"Miracle Recovery: Wife Survives Poisoning."
"Lord Fenris and Lady Jinx: The Sector's Most Loving Couple."
"A True Love Story Survives Tragedy."
Flynn's jaw tightened. His fingers curled around the crystal glass in his hand.
The news anchor continued, her voice warm and admiring. "Witnesses say Lord Fenris never left his wife's side. A testament to their unbreakable bond—"
The glass shattered in Flynn's hand.
