Blind-folded, I was enveloped by pitch black darkness. Tucked between two hunters at the back seat of a black SUV, I found the ride bumpy and uncomfortable. My wrists were tied together in front of me.
Back at the hunters' headquarters, I couldn't help but smirk when the hunters motioned to bind my wrists together.
Do they really think I can't just snap off whatever they bind me with?
Still, not wanting to cause them any reason to suspect me and harm me, I let them have their way. I couldn't afford to cross the hunters—not while I was in their territory, not when I was at their complete mercy.
The ride was excruciatingly long, and now that we were outside headquarters, I was gearing myself up for a fight. I was fully expecting them to try and kill me. It didn't take a genius to realize that every single one of the four hunters escorting me out of hawk territory hated me.
