"Sort of," she continues, meeting his gaze again. "A philanthropic trust, actually. You can imagine that the Acquisitions wing of a Library the size of a planet is quite formidable. It is said they even have all the texts that have yet to be written on record, though how that can possibly be, I don't know."

She could drown in those eyes, she thinks. And then her heart pounds in her throat. Where on earth did that thought come from?