a frame for this painting?" he asked. "You're good at shopping for those things."
"An excuse to shop? I'm your girl!"
Alexander kissed me long. But the picture of Billy and Stormy was staring at me. It was hard for me to concentrate when my brother was looking over my shoulder.
"You seem distracted," he said.
"I don't know if it's such a good idea to leave them alone. Do you?"
"How much trouble can they get in at Henry's?" Alexander asked.
Just then I heard my text beeping.
I let go of our embrace and grabbed my phone. It was from Billy.
STORMY FREAKED OUT. HENRY DARED HER TO EAT A CLOVE OF GARLIC. SHE'S LOCKEDSHEe go IN HENRY'S ROOM.
"Oh no!" I said.
"What is it?" Alexander asked, concerned.
I showed him Billy's text.
"I hope she's okay," I said.
"We have to get there now!" Alexander was alarmed. "Call Billy. I'll get the antidote." I called and texted my brother but it went right to voice mail.
"He's not picking up!" I shouted.
Alexander stuck the antidote into a plastic bag and we raced down the stairs past Jameson, who was coming out from the kitchen.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he asked.
Alexander didn't even answer his butler and instead rushed out the front door and into the Mercedes. I did my best to keep up with him, but I was huffing and puffing. This time Alexander didn't stop to open the door for me. He had one thing on his mind, and that was the safety of his sister.
Alexander peeled out of the driveway and raced toward Henry's house.
I kept calling Billy, but he didn't answer.
"Should we call the doctor?" I asked.
"I think we'll get there before he does," Alexander said.
Alexander pulled the Mercedes into Henry's long driveway. We hopped out. Alexander didn't even pause to shut his driver's side door. He raced up to the house and rang the bell relentlessly.
Henry opened the door, surprised to see us.
"Where is she?" Alexander demanded.
"Stormy?" Henry was still bewildered by our sudden presence at his house.
"Yes!"
"Uh ... upstairs in my room."
Alexander took off up the stairs, and I followed close behind.
"Stormy?" Alexander called.
We passed several normal-looking bedrooms and a bathroom. At the endom.v h of the hallway was a movie poster of Lord of the Rings hanging on the door.
"That must be it," Alexander said.
Alexander pushed open the now-unlocked door.
We were both afraid of what we might find. Stormy was lying on the bed, pale and still. Valentine was holding her wrist as if he were looking for a pulse. Billy was standing next to them both.
Alexander rushed to his sister's side. "Are you okay?" Alexander shouted.
Stormy sat up. "What are you doing here?"
Alexander had the antidote in his hand.
"Can you breathe?" he asked her, himself breathless.
"Of course I can breathe!" She looked at her brother, bewildered.
"Of course I can breathe!" She looked at her brother, bewildered.
"Did you eat garlic?" Alexander asked firmly.
"Uh ... no," she said, confused.
"Did it touch you?"
"No."
"Did it come close to you?"
"No, I didn't even see any garlic," she answered, now frustrated.
"How about you?" my boyfriend asked Valentine.
"I'm fine," Valentine said.
"What are you talking about?" Stormy finally asked her brother.
"Billy said you ate garlic," Alexander told her.
"No - " she said. "And that was ages ago."
"What's that?" Billy asked, seeing Alexander's syringe in a plastic bag.
"Then what are you doing?" Alexander asked Stormy.
"Valentine's reading my blood," Stormy answered brightly. This was a power the youngest Maxwell possessed. By pressing on someone's vein, he was able to read their soul and innermost thoughts and feelings.
"I'm next," Billy offered.
"Billy spaou?"sent us a text," Alexander said. "I thought you were eating garlic."
"I told you I didn't. We were playing a game," Stormy said.
"We were playing truth or dare," Billy said. "And Henry dared Stormy to eat a clove of garlic. Then she freaked out and ran up here."
"Don't you know you are supposed to take the 'truth' and not the 'dare'?" I asked Stormy.
"She locked herself inside until we promised we weren't going to make her," he continued.
"So what's so wrong?" Henry asked. "She dared me to eat a jalapeno. My eyes are still tearing." Stormy grinned mischievously.
"Stormy is allergic to garlic," I said.
"I knew Alexander was," Billy said. "But Stormy, too?"
They nodded.
"I didn't know that," Henry said apologetically.
"I know," Alexander said. "She could have just told you without freaking out."
"And so is Valentine?" Henry said.
"Yes," Alexander answered.
"That's odd. They aren't even related."
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"You didn't have to come over," Stormy said, embarrassed. "I handled