To Tame An Angel: A Femdom Fantasy Romance

CHAPTER THREE

NALLA

Hours must’ve passed before I finally blinked and pulled myself up with a grunt. I groaned as I looked around. The candles were low, so was the hearth. The realization that I was alone startled me, and I stumbled back, heart at my throat.

Oh no.

Frantically, I searched the room and, to my horror, found his chains discarded on the floor, blood splattered on the carpet. I didn’t know what he used to unchain himself until I spotted the bloody fireplace poker. The crimson drops trail on the floors, ending in the balcony.

“Fuck -” I’m panicked. And angry. He hit me. He attacked me. And escaped.

I turned back to the table and saw food was missing. There was a half-eaten drumstick discarded on the ground. The water jug was empty.

There was only one place he could go without flight. The forest. With a yell, I stormed to my dressing room and yanked out my hunting clothes, tossing my dress with a snarl. My magic sparkled out of me with a fury. I was going to peel him alive. I was going to break his bones. Let him try to run away with twisted legs.

To my relief, he’d not found the secret compartment where I kept my weapons.

Once my sword and silver hunting chain were strapped on my belt and my bow and arrow were swung over my back, I stormed to the carpet. I pressed my finger against the blood he left behind and slowly brought it to my tongue. I hate the taste of blood, but it fills my magic, inching its way through my senses. Once it’s in me, I felt the slight burn within until it morphed into a pull. I trained for tracking last year and I always found my query.

Just as I suspected. He was in the forest.

The servants were startled. They didn’t expect me to leave my rooms for days. To be out during our honeymoon stage is most improper, but no one must know that I lost my angel. If they were to find out, they would hunt him and kill him.

I didn’t wish for that. I would find him myself and he’d regret the day he thought of escaping. By the time my horse was saddled, I’d jumped on its back and spurred him forward.

The beast reared on its hind legs, and we stormed out of the manor towards the forest. My angel left a sweet little trail of blood on the blades of grass. It was sporadic, but it was there.

My stomach pulled more intensely as I burst through the trees.