“Are you excited?” “About a library?” I asked. “It sounds strange to say, but . . . yes.” Valka made a face. “Hadrian, you are talking to someone whose idea of a good time involves climbing over ruins and poring over holographs, trying to translate a language no one has deciphered in ten thousand years.” Her smile widened as she tapped me on the chin. “I get it.” That made me smile.
