Chapter 48

• COLBY DEW POV
• The neon lights of the club painted the air in shades of deep red and electric blue. The beat of the music pulsed through the floorboards, a low, constant thrumming that was hard to ignore. I watched the dancer on stage, a woman with a tangle of dark hair, her body a blur of motion as she spun around the polished metal pole. Her stilettos, with their bright red bottoms, caught the light with every flick of her ankle. She moved like she was made of water, effortless and free.
• But all I saw was her.