Allison's POV

I marched down on the brake, and the tires screeched to a halt on the asphalt, tearing into the silence of the night. The moonlight lights up the world bright enough with a rich dark silvery glow that I find my way down the alley and onto the sidewalk, making my way slowly to the old warehouse on the east side.

Tucked between a railyard and a forgotten row of mechanics’ garages, it was the perfect hideout for me. It's been more than a year since I used it for another ...