To her surprise, she’d slept far better than she’d expected. Possibly that was because of the murmur of the waves only a few yards from the house, or maybe it was only that she’d been so damn tired. Besides, if Omar had decided to come to her room and force himself on her, there wasn’t that much she could have done.
Close your eyes and think of the apocalypse.
Leila shuddered, then pushed herself out of bed and stood silently for a moment, listening to the sounds of the house around her. There was the ever-present roar of the surf, of course, and the cry of seagulls. But then she also heard a clatter coming from the direction of the kitchen. Omar, she guessed, making coffee or breakfast. Or rather, using his powers to conjure eggs benedict or what-have-you.
At any rate, it sounded as if
