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Zayn slid into the passenger’s seat. “Where are we going?”
“A road trip.”
“To?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not really.” Zayn settled his head against the headrest, closing his eyes. “I needed a break, anyway. I’m exhausted. I’ve redrawn those damn dungeon illustrations at least a dozen times.”
Liam hummed in response, turning on the radio, while Zayn drifted off to sleep.
He woke two hours later when the car stopped moving, blinking his eyes open to stare at the monolith in the distance.
“Where are we?”
Nottingham Castle. I thought drawing a dungeon might be easier if you visited one.”