He pulls her tighter, burying his face in her neck. "You are home."

Amber, still shivering in her skintight zero-G undersuit, grabbed a hydro-spanner. "And you’re not supposed to be breathing my oxygen."

Every thrust pushes her toward the glass, her forehead pressed against the cold transparasteel. Below them, a binary star system ignites in a supernova of violet and gold.

"You want to see a real anomaly?" he growled.