The Facade of Family

Vivienne’s POV

“No guards?” I asked, glancing around out of habit as Valentin opened the passenger door for me when we got downstairs. My eyes scanned the driveway, but there were no suited men loitering near the vehicle, no signs of Boris and Igor.

He shook his head. “Not in this car.”

Which meant they would be following, probably in a separate vehicle. I was still getting used to this life. The