Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two
Three Weeks Later
Rock music filled Moonlight and neon lights shone out onto the dance floor. Abby wore a figure hugging little black dress that showed off the claiming marks on her skin. Her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders and she had done her makeup with a smoky eye and a red lip.
She looked like a vixen and Owen loved the way she was leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. She swayed against him, her hips moving as she danced.
Eli stood on stage, singing into the mic and playing up the crowd the way that he always did. Devon beat at the drums and Candy strummed her guitar, her eyes moving out over the crowd.
It was a good night and the band was singing a new song that Eli had written. Abby
