"What's his backstory...seriously?" Phoenix intently eyed Lexi as she smiled ahead. She hugged herself, nipping her lip.
"Riot's a mystery." She grimaced. "Just like Nabi."
Phoenix rose a brow. "Who?"
"The guy at the poker game. Goth guy who doesn't like you." She nodded, stopping in front of the guest room door. "We know more about Nabi than we do Riot. Maverick's right, Riot doesn't even know about himself and that what makes him dangerous. He has nothing to dwindle back on, nothing to hold him back from doing something."
"He doesn't remember anything?" Phoenix doubtfully asked.
Lexi nodded, hearing a door open. They both looked to see Maverick watching the from down the hallway. Lexi gently nodded to him and ducked her head down, pushing her hair behind her hair. Phoenix and Maverick exchanged looks then, Maverick moving into the room the shut the door behind him. Lexi cleared her throat then fixed a smile on him, "Goodnight, Phoenix."
Phoenix watched her walk down the hallway and around the right corner just before the game room. Seemed like there was just as many secrets down here than Sunnyside, the quickly thought. Then his eyes found Maverick's door. So what were their secrets?
Lexi yipped when her back hit the door, Riot planting his hand on the door next to her face. "He's a strand." He hissed, his canines elongated. Lexi frowned at his dark blue eyes, "What's a black strand doing down here?"
"That's the curator's doing, Riot." Lexi murmured.
"Bullshit!" He slammed his fist next to his, watching her jump. Pissed at himself, he ripped his hand off the door and walked away from her. He wiped his mouth and gripped his hip, turning away. He glanced down to his right arm, seeing his veins are scarcely black. His blood was pumping faster that it burned, rubbing his arm. This never happens. He groaned with little agony, Lexi watching his shoulders stiffen. "What the fuck is he doing here?"