Mira's desk lamp had cast a golden pool of light across the drafting table, illuminating the crisp white of the new stadium blueprints she'd worked on all night. Outside the window, the city had fallen silent, traffic a muffled hum, neon signs flickering watchfully into the darkness. She rubbed her temples, eyes closed for a moment, when the door to her office creaked open.
"Thane?" she whispered, surprised.
He entered, coat over one arm, eyes shining with determination and nervousness. A rolled sheaf of her most recent schemes was clutched in his other hand. The soft light of the desk lamp picked out the silver strands in his hair. "Hey," he growled softly. "Sorry to show up like this."
Mira rose, her heart pounding. "It's. past midnight." She covered her chest with her hand. "What are
