Astrid's face scrunches as she looks at the landmarks Zane whooshes by. She whips her head in the other direction and observes a familiar landmark. They are going in the wrong direction.
“This isn't the way to the temple,” she states as she peeps outside the window once more.
“I know,” Zane says with his eyes fixed on the road while his hands are fixed on the wheels.
“Where are we going?” Her face riddles with confusion as she stares at his profile. He adjusts his hands on the wheels and ignores her like she didn't speak at all. The car jerks forward and she slams into the leather seat as Zane steps on the gas pedal.
She latches her seatbelt once more and turns her head to face him. Her slight irritation mixes with the worry that is etched on her face.
“Zane, where the f**k are we goi
