TWENTY-FOUR
“Huy, kilay mo.”
Isagani’s voice prompted Datu to peel his eyes away from Yves and Kalila entering one of the air conditioned tents set up for staff and talents. Surely they only needed a quieter, cooler place to talk. Also, Kalila needed a break. She’d been awake since early morning and working under this heat for hours. Her back and feet must have already started to hurt.
“It’s hot out here,” was his lame excuse, not even attempting to school his expression into something neutral.
“Liar.”
The word was a sharp stab to his chest. His brother might have meant something else, but the word struck a nerve, and he snapped at Isagani before he could help it. “Will you stop bothering me? I’m working here.”
Holding his hands up, Isagani stepped back. “Whoa, bro. You need to chill
