“So how do you like my brother? Is he too quiet? Too severe? With his obedience and duty and peace and all that?” Something like a bark of laughter came from Veron before he bowed his head and coughed. “He’s…” Wonderful. “I…” Adore him. “We…” “Say no more.” Zoran held up a hand. “Or it’ll all go to his head.” She grimaced. “Ah, so she does have a humorous bone in her body.” Veron elbowed his brother.
