Traitorous Whispers

Vivienne’s POV

Ruslan’s message made me pause.

Normally, he would’ve shown up to visit me. Well, that was the Ruslan I’d grown up with.

He didn’t need an invite to the mansion. He was Val’s brother.

I read his message again, this time slower.

“Sorry I haven’t dropped by, my schedule’s insane.”

Lame.

That wasn’t Ruslan. He’d once ditched a party to pick me up when my car broke down on the expres