CHAPTER FIVE
The cerulean sky had turned orange as the sun prepared to hide behind the mountain at the end of the desert, and a gentle cold air swept through the sand, alerting Rahul of the approaching night. He was still lost in his doubts about Dansh and thinking about the worried looks on the faces of the villagers, and his stomach lurched as he tried to decide what to do. He feared Dansh could trap him and Elisa into something dangerous. He also knew that if he directly told Dansh they did not wish to stay here tonight, he’d upset Elisa. She was enjoying it here with the villagers, a lot more than any other famous city they’d been to. She seemed to be enjoying it even more than she enjoyed Paris, the city of love, when they’d traveled there three months ago.
“Seems like something’s a
