Chapter Five
Poor Richard Ravaged
“Are you sure you want us to do this? It could be dangerous for you if he doesn’t forgive you.” The black-coated man looked at his seedy partner, who nodded.
“I’m sure,” Treise answered in a whisper. She glanced around the room, checking to see if any patrons of the Sow’s Purse Tavern were listening.
“Look, this idea of yours, Mademoiselle,” the man continued, “kidnapping Sir Richard, that’s risky. He’s the Laird of Blackthorne House. The Cailean’s are a very powerful family.”
“I’m part of the Cailean family!” Treise hissed. “Do you want the money, or not. I can find another...”
“Wait.” The man glanced at his partner again. He nodded.
“All right, Mademoiselle. Have him in the back room of this tavern at ten o’clock tonight. We will do the rest.”
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