Xiri and Phan-tu had a single moment together. He gripped her waist and pulled her close. “Can I?” he whispered. “Hold that thought.” Xiri rucked up her wedding dress. She unholstered a tiny red blaster, leveled it at an encroaching bounty hunter, and fired. “I am madly in love with you,” Phan-tu said. “Good.” Xiri pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him like their world was coming to an end.
