Sinacore POV.
“It’s a viral video, Sin! And it’s not flattering. You should take a look at it.”
Brad turned up at my practice session at the academy this evening, his shoulders tense and his cheeks flushed. He held out his phone to me, the screen lit up with a video.
“What video? What is it about? Can’t it wait? I am yet to finish this set,” I murmured, annoyed by his sudden interruption at twilight. I was in the middle of an intense practice session. I wanted to complete it before it got dark.
“No, Sin. I’m afraid it can’t wait,” Brad replied with a worrisome look on his face. That look was a rare one. Worry is something that ordinary mortals are cursed with. Not Brad. He was never ruffled, never shaken. Even when staring adversity in the face.
Except now.
“All right.” I put down my racquet and picked up my towel from the sidelines. “Let me take a look. What are they saying about me this time?”