TAYA’s POV :

As I was making my way home from Judah's house that night, I was missing him more and more. I couldn't stop myself from replaying the words he said on our last conversation and thinking about what he was doing out there. I knew I wouldn’t be sleep anyway, so I decided to go to town. It was past 10 PM and I was back to the dark and familiar alleyways towards Castro's.

The guys at the door took one look at me and they knew that I wasn't twenty one. As they were ...