Actually, when she put it that way, Leila thought the end of the world might not be so bad after all.
“For now,” Malik allowed. “And for a few more days. But I believe a change in the weather is coming.”
“You’re a meteorologist, too?” she asked, faintly amused, then took a sip of coffee. It was almost too hot to drink, but she needed the caffeine. Despite its temperature, it was very good. French roast, strong but smooth. Malik definitely could brew a decent cup of coffee.
“I have not studied the science of weather, if that is what you mean,” he replied. “My element is water, not air, but I can still sense when conditions are going to shift.”
So her suspicions had been correct. No wonder he seemed so at home in the pool — and no wonder he’d chosen a house surrounded by water, one with
