A burst of laughter flew past her lips, and as if it’d startled her, she slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I must be deliriously exhausted, but…a hare is hardly the proper depiction of you.” She laughed again, the sight of her making Zevander chuckle. Still wearing a grin, she turned to look at him. “What is it?” “Your laughter. It’s pleasing to hear.”
