The next moment, I was blindfolded and herded out of the house into a car.
Someone commanded the driver, "Go!"
I heard tires squealed over the pavement as they took me closer to my death. Then there was a sound of a phone conversation, "We've got the half-blood, your highness. Everything is according to your plan. Now we are on our way."
I didn't need to guess whom the guy was talking to. As the car turned right and then left and then right again, I had lost the direction. Then they stopped after a long while later. The doors opened, and someone pulled me from my seat.
I was waiting for this and when I got out, I kicked one of them in the gut. Even blindfolded, I made pretty good contacts between my shoes and their heads. They yelped and stumbled, but it didn't last. Several other vamp
