Bowman Lost Excerpt

neonthewrite:

Bowman was helpless to stop his other hand snaring one of his wings in a pinch to force it open. It spread out against his will no matter what he did. Eyes the size of his head scanned over the green membrane while Bowman glared defiantly.

The human finally took his gaze off Bowman, but didn’t let go of his wing. “Dude. What do you want for him? I got like forty bucks in my wallet right now.”

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