Judith stood rigid, her silver pistol trained on the intruder, her emerald eyes blazing with fury.
Lan Jia stood casually ten feet away near the entrance, hands hiding inside her hanfu, a smirk playing on her lips despite the gun aimed at her chest. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and those signature golden streaks of Imperial Qi catching the faint light.
She looked exactly like the rumors: beautiful, deadly, and this was the woman who is supposed to be dead
"So," Lan Jia drawled, her voice lazy but laced with mockery, "you're wondering how I got in here. All that protection, all that secrecy… and yet, here I am."
Judith's grip tightened on the gun. "Who the hell are you? How did you find me?"
