Zayn had been riding beside the carriage for the last two hours, letting the gentle clops of the horse's hooves and the occasional gust of wind keep him awake.
The sun was ruthless today, beaming down like it had something personal against him.
His shirt stuck to his back with sweat, and his mouth had that dry cotton feeling.
Meanwhile, everyone else? Comfy inside the shaded carriage thanks to Tobias's magical shield overhead.
He gave the carriage a sidelong glance and cupped his hands around his mouth.
"Hey, how about sharing a little of that sweet shade over here?"
Tobias didn't even blink.
He adjusted his glasses with his usual stern look and replied without looking at Zayn. "Consider it penance for waking me up at the crack of dawn."
Zayn scowled. "I didn't even do that on purpose! That rooster just sounds like me!"
Bran peeked his head out of the carriage, grinning. "You do have a pretty cock-a-doodle-doo voice, though."
