Polaris Rising (Consortium Rebellion, #1)(105)

“I don’t suppose it’s a masquerade?” I asked hopefully.

“No, it’s not.”

“Nothing’s ever easy,” I sighed.

“Taking Loch would be a mistake,” Bianca warned. “He will be recognized. Diplomatic immunity can only do so much, especially in a foreign House.”

She was right, of course. But I doubted very much that Loch was going to be happy to be left behind.



Most of the dresses in my closet were two years out of style. I flipped through them and tried not to worry about Loch. He’d stormed off in a temper when it became clear he wouldn’t be able to talk me out of going. I reminded myself that the Devil of Fornax Zero could take care of himself.

I pulled out a long silk dress in soft gray. A simple sheath dress with a timeless silhouette, it would be as fashionable today as it was two years ago. I tried it on and, miracle of miracles, it still fit beautifully. A slit up to the middle of my right thigh offered a tasteful glimpse of skin and also allowed me to move unhindered. Strappy black heels completed the picture.

Using the bathroom mirror for reference, I twisted my dark hair into an updo. It took a few tries to get it right—I was rusty. I used to be able to put my hair up without needing a mirror at all. For makeup, I decided on deep red lips and subtle eyeshadow that enhanced the blue in my blue-gray eyes. I double-checked the settings, then hit the application button and closed my eyes.

At the beep, I checked my appearance in the mirror. The stunning, elegant woman staring back at me looked like a stranger.

I put on my bracelet and necklace, then found a clutch big enough to hold a small blaster. Members of High Houses weren’t searched, which meant nearly everyone carried some type of weapon. The unwritten rule was that it had to be discreet. I’d never been to an event where weapons were needed, but even so, House members liked the additional security.

I paced in the living room while I waited for Bianca, trying to get used to wearing heels again. Nervous energy fluttered through my system. I wished Loch was here to kiss me goodbye and wish me luck. And a small, vain part of me wanted him to see me when I was all dressed up.

When the doorbell rang, I opened the door to reveal a subtly furious Bianca in a gorgeous blue-black dress. Before I could say anything, she jerked a thumb over her shoulder with an irritated huff. Ian Bishop stood a few feet behind her, dressed in a black tuxedo.

“Father believes we need a security detail because of the war. And Director Bishop is apparently the only agent available in the entirety of House von Hasenberg, which seems like a massive security risk,” Bianca said with a pointed glare at the man in question.

Ian didn’t react. He merely watched Bianca with a predatory stillness that reminded me of Loch.

“If you’re worried about Vincent,” I said, using Loch’s cover identity, “then you shouldn’t be. He’s indisposed and won’t be joining us this evening.”

“I know,” Ian said.

I blinked at him in surprise. He must’ve seen Loch storm out because while the private suites weren’t under surveillance, the rest of the House definitely was.

Ian continued, “I am responsible for both of you. Normally you each would have an agent, but as I explained to Lady Bianca, we are short-staffed this evening. It will make my job easier if you stick together.”

Something was going on. House von Hasenberg had never been short-staffed in its history. Bianca caught my eye and nodded very slightly. She sensed it, too. But who was pulling which strings and why?

“Did Albrecht assign you to us?” I asked bluntly. That would at least narrow the players in this little drama.

Ian smiled, a barely there twitch of his lips, as if laughing at an inside joke. “No, Lord von Hasenberg does not concern himself with security details.” His expression turned serious. “I mean you no harm, Lady Ada. If you trust nothing else, trust that.”

“It is not myself that I am worried about right now,” I said. “I’ve been swimming in the shark-infested waters of the Consortium ballrooms since I was a girl.”

Ian inclined his head. He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “He can take care of himself,” he said.

I knew it was true, but with Loch missing, the tension that had been riding me for the past week ratcheted higher. We were approaching a breaking point and I couldn’t see the cliff coming.

“I hope you are right,” I said. I held out an elbow to Bianca. “Shall we, my dear? We don’t want to keep Lady Rockhurst waiting.”

She linked her arm with mine and we headed toward the nearest transport pickup. “Do you have a plan?” she asked quietly.

“Yes,” I said. I didn’t elaborate with Ian stalking along behind us.

“Are you armed?” she asked.

“Of course. You?”

She nodded. She also wore her bracelet tonight. It seemed we both expected trouble.



The transport dropped us off in front of House Rockhurst’s public entrance. The gleaming building shared the metal and glass architecture of all of House Rockhurst’s buildings. A constant stream of people flowed through the entryway, but we bypassed the line and used the entrance reserved for High House guests. A guard scanned our identity chips then waved us through.

The gigantic ballroom’s soaring ceiling dripped with crystal chandeliers, and a wall of glass showcased the beautifully lit balcony and garden. Several panels had been moved aside to allow guests access to the cooler outside air.