Rein’s POV
I tiptoed down the stairs like a ninja. A really clumsy ninja. Every creak of the wood made me freeze like a statue. I even held my breath when I accidentally brushed against a vase standing dangerously close to the edge of the console table.
But luck was on my side tonight. I made it downstairs without causing a major disaster.
Grinning like I’d won a gold medal, I fist-pumped the air and quietly slipped on my sneakers. Staying over at the Valentines’ house had been a master plan. Alex lived just a few blocks away, and if we were going to pull off our epic mission, I had to be nearby.
A prank war had been going on between Alex and his older brother, Timothy, for as long as I could remember. From toothpaste in Oreos to shampoo switched with honey—those two never stopped. And
