my shirt didn’t cling as much as Loch’s had. Even so, I looked like his mini-me.
A quick rifle through the bathroom cabinets produced a grooming kit with a wide-tooth comb. The shower had applied a detangler to my hair, but it didn’t help much. I worked out the worst of the tangles then left it loose to finish drying.
I transferred the two knives and two extra energy cells to the pockets of my new pants, even though I didn’t have a gun. Being prepared had saved me on more than one occasion. I bundled up my old clothes and shoved them in the rucksack, along with the comb—Loch wouldn’t need it.
That done, I squared my shoulders and shored up my defenses before stepping out of the bathroom. Loch was sitting in the captain’s chair, staring out into space. He half turned at the sound of the door but didn’t speak.
I set my bag on the end of the starboard bench and then read the directions on how to lower the upper cot. It was as far in the corner as I could get on this ship, and it would give me a view of the entire room.
“The Santa Celestia has enough extra energy storage on board to jump again in less than twelve hours, possibly as few as six,” I said. They could only do it once or twice before the energy was depleted, but those extra jumps mattered.
All three Houses were racing to get the energy requirements down and the energy storage capabilities up in our new ships, especially personal House ships. Smaller House von Hasenberg ships could jump once, jump again in six hours, and jump again in twelve hours. After that, they required two days per jump and nearly a week without jumps to fully recharge the system.
“We’ll be on-planet before they make their first jump,” Loch said.
“Yes, but I’d rather be off-planet again before they make their first jump,” I said. “So I’m going to try to get some sleep. Once we land, there won’t be time.”
“So eager to be rid of me?” Loch asked. He stood and stalked toward me.
Yes. “No, but the faster I’m off-planet, the easier it’ll be for me to hide,” I said. I ignored his approach and snapped the cot into place.
He stopped close enough that I brushed up against him when I reached up to raise the safety rail. I refused to back away. I met his gaze with a flat stare of my own.
“Do you know,” he said conversationally, “that you’re the first person in a very long time willing to stand toe-to-toe with me without flinching or backing down? Even the mercs had more sense. It makes me want to see how far I can push you before you’ll break.”
That drew a dry chuckle from me. “The mercs weren’t von Hasenbergs and they hadn’t spent their whole life dealing with the sharks of the Consortium. I’ll break, and thanks to my childhood, I know exactly when.” I kept those memories tightly locked down and held his gaze. “But it won’t be today.”
He pushed closer until our chests touched. My nose hit him in the chin and I had to tilt my head back to meet his dark eyes. I gripped the cot’s safety rail to keep from retreating. I’d gotten myself into this little pissing contest, now I had to get myself out. Preferably in one piece.
Loch’s nose ghosted along my chin and down my neck. I stood stock-still as his breath heated my collarbone.
“You’re afraid, but you don’t let the fear rule you,” Loch rumbled against my skin. My belly did a little flip that had nothing to do with fear. “You manipulate those around you to suit your will, but you risked being left behind to save a bunch of mercs and soldiers intent on capturing you. You’re a puzzle, Ada von Hasenberg.”
“If you’re done with the intimidation routine,” I said calmly while I trembled internally, “I’d like to get some sleep.”
Loch threw his head back and laughed. I could feel the deep vibrations where our chests still touched. It wasn’t exactly the reaction I had expected, but it did get his teeth away from my neck, so I’d call it a win.
Eventually he stopped laughing, but he took one look at my face and broke out into a chuckle again. “Don’t look so put out. I wasn’t laughing at you.”
“Right, of course not. My mistake.” I glanced away, strangely hurt.