Mira stared down at the completed blueprints in front of her. Every detail checked, every error corrected. She’d poured herself into the work, letting it distract her from the weight of the pain Thane was causing her..
But now came the part she dreaded.
She needed Thane’s approval.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the rolled papers. Normally, she would have walked straight to his table, dropped the prints on his desk with confidence, and talked throughout. But now? The thought of facing him made her heart race.
He hadn’t said a word to her all day, and she’d returned the silence with fiery eyes. He didn't speak to her for at least a week, and she saw no reason to engage in any conversation with him.
She glanced through the glass wall separating them. Thane sat at his desk, flip
