The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Power Of Wind

After filling a crate with spices, she saw the porters hold nails and hammers. They started to seal shut the wooden crates.

’Wait, what are they doing? If they nailed it shut, how am I going to get herbs from it? It’s not like I can destroy a crate unnoticed! And if all the herbs in stock were sold to Ron... Damn it, leave something for me!’

Helplessly, she watched as one by one the crates were getting filled and sealed. There were only five porters inside the storage house. The right-hand man ordered the others to bring in other boxes, which were filled with textile such as satin and silk as gifts for Merchant Finn.

"You, once you seal the last crate, load it to the cart," the right-hand man ordered the thin man from earlier, before leaving to oversee the carts.

’A chance!’

No one aside from the thin man was in that area. Oriana threw a pouch filled with silver coins towards his feet, with a few of them spilling out.

The thin man was frightened to see a masked person in pure black attire standing in front of him.

"Who are you—"

"That’s not important." She held another pouch. "Do not make a sound and that coin pouch on the floor is yours. If you listen to me, I will give you this second pouch."

The thin man hurriedly grabbed the pouch on the floor. He was smart enough to guess the intruder’s intention. "What do you want me to do?"

"Those five stalks of black nightshade."

The man shook his head. "One."

"Five."

"Three."

"Five."

The thin man looked torn. He looked around and as there was no one, he eyed the other pouch in her hand. "Hand me that one first."

"First give me the stalks."

They heard voices that indicated people were coming over.

"We don’t have much time," Oriana said calmly, but inside, she was being impatient at his indecisiveness.

"Your bag," the man said.

Oriana got the bag from her back and opened it in front of the man. He dug through the crate that was already filled with coriander and grabbed the nightshade roughly with his hands before tossing them inside Oriana’s bag.

Orianan threw the other pouch at him and hid behind the stacks of crates once more, while the thin man started to seal the crate in a hurry.

The right-hand man of Conor appeared together with another porter. "Aren’t you done yet?"

"I-It’s almost done—"

"Wait!" the right-hand man said and the thin man froze. Suspicion was thick in his voice.

"Why are there spices spilled on the ground? What did you do?"