Director Bishop. Please, come in.” He stepped past me into the sitting room. He was nearly as tall as Loch, but built a little leaner. In his late twenties, he was incredibly young for the director of security of a High House. He’d climbed through the ranks so fast no one had noticed until he was running the show.
“You already know Lady Bianca,” I said with a wave to her. Even watching closely I couldn’t see a reaction from either of them. Bianca was well and truly in public mode.
“And this,” I said, turning to Loch, “is Vincent Loch, my bodyguard. He needs diplomatic immunity and access to the house. I’ve already cleared it with Father.”
An odd look passed between Loch and Ian, but it was over before I could catch the meaning.
“Vincent Loch, you say?” Ian asked.
“In the flesh,” Loch said.
“Lady Bianca, Lady Ada, may I speak with you privately?” Ian asked, his gaze laser-focused on Loch.
“No, you may not,” I said. “Mr. Loch is in my employ. I vouch for him. Add diplomatic immunity and house access to his identity chip.”
“You are making a mistake,” Ian said. He met my eyes. “He is dangerous.”
“Not to me,” I said simply. “And I advise you to keep your theories to yourself. If anything happens to Mr. Loch, I will come after you and then you will see who is truly dangerous.”
Ian stared at me for a few more seconds as if judging my seriousness, then he smiled. Bianca’s eyes widened before she regained her icy control. She had it bad, but he was incredibly gorgeous when he smiled. I wondered what would happen if I accidentally locked them in a closet together.
“Very well,” Ian said at last. He turned to Loch. “I need to scan your identity chip.”
Loch held out his right arm. Ian used his com to scan the chip then tapped on the screen a few times. “Your identity has been tagged with House von Hasenberg diplomatic immunity, but that won’t necessarily prevent other Houses from arresting you. Stay out of trouble.”
“I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m just here to protect Lady Ada,” Loch said. He grinned and continued, “She’s here to cause trouble.”
Ian slanted me a sharp glance. I shrugged. “I am not going to blow up the building, if that is what you are thinking. I am on a diplomatic mission.”
“I will ensure Lady Ada stays out of trouble,” Bianca said.
Ian did not look reassured. But his gaze had snagged on Bianca and now seemed stuck. Interesting.
“If you are finished,” Bianca said, “you are free to go.” She followed it up with a dismissive sniff. The condescension was so perfectly executed that if I hadn’t seen her reaction earlier, I’d buy it—and I was her sister.
Ian didn’t stand a chance.
He stiffened as if struck, then his mask slid back in place. He bowed to Bianca and then myself. “Ladies, I am glad to be of service. Please let me know if you need anything else.” He didn’t wait for dismissal; he just walked from the room and let himself out of the suite.
I rounded on Bianca. “What was that?” I asked, outraged on Ian’s behalf. She tried the sniff on me and I laughed at her. “Oh, no, that doesn’t work on me. Spill.”
Bianca’s public persona crumpled and she looked small and frail and sad. “I don’t know,” she said miserably. “I always say the wrong thing to him, so I’ve started preemptively striking to end the conversation early. It’s less embarrassing for both of us.”
I crossed the room and sat next to her. I pulled her into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay,” I said. “You like him, right?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “But it’s one-sided.”
“You don’t know that—” I started.
“I do, actually.”
I winced. Okay, that had to sting.
“Just let it go, please,” she said quietly.
I nodded my agreement and changed the subject. “What are the odds that Ian will go to Father with his suspicions about Loch?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“He’ll keep it to himself for now,” Loch said. “If not, he wouldn’t have warned me about the limits of the diplomatic immunity.”
“We’ll still have to keep a low profile and hope Rhys’s identity holds,” I said. “And get the info about the Genesis Project as quickly as possible.”
Bianca stood. “I will get started. Will you host dinner tonight?”
I nodded as I rose. It was tradition that whichever sibling was most recently returned from a trip would host a dinner for the others. “Who is around?”