“So, if you’re guild leader…” Karyn Voidex asked, hugging his torso tight, “does that make me First Lady?” Logan laughed. They were both watching the stars, laying on the beach of an island a few miles off the coast of Winner City. Behind them, perched on a millennium-old tree, Sparky slept peacefully. It was a pity they could only make use of that gorgeous beast on this planet, but it made for a handy transport whenever they wanted to be alone and just hear the waves whistling on the rocky hillside. “You’re not First Lady because we never officialized.” “I wanted to be First Lady.” “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you were.” “Wait,” Karyn raised her face from his chest. “Did we just go official?” “I think we did, madam First Lady.” She giggled, then nested herself back on his embrace.

