Sinacore POV

I received the message from Cynthia earlier in the day. It was short and to the point, something about her going for a student union dinner, but honestly, I didn’t give it much thought. She was probably just trying to be polite and maintain the facade we’d agreed on for her sake. Besides, I had practice scheduled, and that always took priority.

When I arrived at the tennis club, I barely had time to put my bag down before Bradley sidled ...