CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Everyone sat around Banjeet’s charpoy, lost in horrifying thoughts. The pot full of ash rested at the charpoy’s leg, in the same place where the man had sat.
Elisa stood beside Rahul as he explained his plan, scanning the crowd to see whether anyone had any questions or concerns.
“Elisa and I will visit the cave, but do not worry about her. I’ll take care of her—or perhaps she will take care of me?” A few gave nervous or polite laughs, and Rahul smiled. “I’ll only need one thing. Some skulls, which I can present to Dali to win her trust.”
Everyone looked at him in shock, thinking that he was kidding. How can we provide him skulls? We are not killers. However, a young, intelligent boy in his twenties raised his hand. “I can arrange them.”
When Rahul fixed his look on
