Riot reunion

The secrets she insists on keeping from the world are a poison, gradually eating away at her. Suddenly, she’s very alert, very wide-eyed, sitting upright, hands moving quickly as she fumbles with the phone in her haste to answer the call. “Everything okay?” she asks. Mercy Jacobi saunters across the entryway of Riot House, heels clicking against the polished marble floor. He had a front-row seat to the ‘Pax is a Fucking Loser’ show all through the academy.