“You’re on.” She slammed on the gas, and they rocketed away from the research outpost. A wild, raucous laughter drifted over the comm. “Fodding blime!” Ezren couldn’t help joining in with her own hysterical giggles even as she wove around Otho’s hot patches, lava and embers transforming the night into a copper dusk. Beside her, Foster boomed out his own belly laugh. A sound, Ezren realized, she hadn’t heard in a very long time. It vibrated in her bones, the buoyancy of it threatening to lift her out of her seat. When they got home, she resolved to make sure she heard it so much more.
