Sarah treated Bowman like a glass figurine. Even when she tugged gently on the leash, she didn’t put enough force on it to throw off Bowman’s flight. He could hover in the air and exercise his wings while she discussed payment with his previous human.
He eyed the loop of rope around her wrist and wondered if he’d be able to tug it out of her grasp before she could counter him. He would have to swoop in at just the right angle. If he could pull it over her hand and dart out of range, he might have a chance. He’d just need to carry his own leash around until he found a way outside, back to freedom …
As if in response to his planning, Sarah’s thumb hooked under part of the rope and curled to her palm. That lead was trapped assuredly in her fist, just like Bowman would be if he were in its place.
He huffed and drifted back and forth, short laps with the weight of the leash always reminding him that he couldn’t go far. Despite his best efforts, he c