The night she took off her police badge, my empir…

Jiang Lan had spent six years in criminal investigation, and countless thieves had been sent to prison by her own hands—except for Primrose Ashford, the one she let slip. This girl was like a flame wrapped in honey. Even with the cuffs already locked, she could always burn through Jiang Lan’s reason. Once she let her go, twice she crossed the line, and now Primrose Ashford had followed her right onto a truck loaded with stolen goods. Jiang Lan knew she was falling into an abyss, but when Primrose Ashford leaned in and put that string of ruby necklace around her neck, she heard only one voice—she surrendered.