"Raven, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
My heart melted. "That's what I told Becky you'd say!"
I reached my arms out and gave him a huge hug. He picked me up, swung me around, and gave me a long kiss.
"Gross!" Billy Boy exclaimed, appearing on the treehouse deck. "What are you two doing here?"
Alexander released me from our embrace. I straightened out my shirt, flipped my hair back off my shoulder, and wiped my black lips.
"Have you seen Valentine?" I asked.
"No, he should be here by now," Billy Boy replied. "I don't mean to be rude, but this is not a love fest. New rules...This treehouse is for guys only. No girls allowed."
"Henry, can you unlock the locks?" I asked, ignoring my brother's remarks.
"So you can make out?" my brother sneered.
"No, creep. I want to show Alexander the stellar view." "Man, everyone is interested in your treehouse," Billy said, crossing his arms. "Maybe you should sell tickets."
"You're right," Henry said. "Of course I'll let you in, but it'll cost you."
"Cost me?" I scoffed.
"I get ten percent," Billy Boy chimed in. "After all, it was my idea."
"Five bucks," Henry said firmly.
"Five dollars! You'll pay me five dollars for not kicking your-- ," I said, lunging toward the nerd-mates.
"Here," Alexander interrupted, grabbing my arm with one hand and reaching in his back pocket with the other. He pulled out his wallet and handed Henry a ten-dollar bill.
Henry inspected the money as if he were looking for drying ink.
"It's real," I said. "Give us the keys."
Henry pulled out his cell phone and intensely pressed a seven- digit number.
Alexander and I glanced at each other curiously.
We heard a ringing coming from the doorknob. The locks popped and the door creaked partially open.
Henry stood proudly gazing at his handmade gadgetry.
I started for the door, but the nerd-mates followed me.
"You guys wait here," I ordered. "You didn't buy tickets, we did."
"It's Henry's treehouse." Alexander reached into his wallet and pulled out a five. "This should cover a private tour."
Henry quickly put the money into his chinos pocket. "No kissing, disrobing, or touching anything besides the telescope," he ordered. "I just assembled it."
I rolled my eyes.
"We'll be standing outside the door," Billy Boy warned.
I tiptoed inside, Alexander following closely behind me.
The folding tables were still lined with beakers and petri dishes. Henry's telescope was standing next to the front window. The black curtain, separating the treehouse into two rooms, was closed. The first time I'd pulled the curtain back, I'd found Jagger's stickered coffin and Luna's pink one. Those had been removed when Alexander and I inspected it a few days after the Graveyard Gala. This time, I wasn't sure what I would find.
I took a deep breath and yanked back the curtain.
I found an empty room.
What was he searching for?
There must be something lurking inside the treehouse that we didn't discover when we'd come to see that Jagger and Luna had gone.
"I guess Valentine's not staying here," I said.
"Maybe he plans to," Alexander suspected.
"I can just tell."
"Why, because he has tattoos and wears black? You're judging Valentine, just like everyone judges you. Just because he has black fingernails doesn't mean he's a monster--that's how you've defended yourself for years. And now look at you, behaving just like the town reacts to you."
Billy Boy would've had a point if Valentine wasn't a vampire. Even so, maybe my brother was right. Maybe Valentine was more like Alexander than Jagger. Maybe I was making assumptions that weren't fair.
"The day you start listening to others is the day I start listening to you," he said, and stormed up the stairs to his room.
"What's going on?" my mom asked as I entered the kitchen to find her wiping off the countertop. "I heard you two shouting."