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...