‘I … I think I want a library.’ ‘A library,’ he repeated, the amusement in his voice the warmest, most addictive medicine. ‘But of course. Let’s go get ourselves a library. Any particular requirements?’ ‘It should have a secret door somewhere,’ I said, burying my face against his shoulder, ‘and behind the secret door should be another library, where I can collect all my favourite filthy novels without Agenor ever laying eyes on them. And …’
