Jinx sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop open in front of her. The screen glowed in the dim light of her room, casting shadows across her face. She had been typing for over an hour, researching, planning, building the framework for everything she was about to do.
If there was a way to ruin Fenris, it was to target his weaknesses. His pride was the easiest to wound, but it would not kill him. His greed was stronger, but it could be used against him. His lack of discipline was his most obvious flaw, and his desperation to be accepted by men in higher social classes was the thread she could pull to unravel everything.
Fenris slept with any woman who smiled at him. He had no loyalty, no restraint, no shame. That was not a weakness she could exploit directly, but it meant he had left a trail of bruised egos and broken promises behind him.
