Born Of Ashes

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Iris’s POV

“You need to control your emotions move,” Abby frowned dabbing at my burns.

“Well I didn’t know that if I cried I would burn,” I huffed. “It’s never happened before,” I pointed out.

“It did when you were little,” Abby said examining the red marks.

“But why does it even happen?” I asked. “I am like fire so why do I burn?” I frowned.

“Because first of all you are in a human form so therefore you can burn,” she pointed out. “Second think about it,” she looked at me. “You’re natural body temperature runs higher than a human and even a werewolf.” She said.

“So when surly that should mean my tears shouldn’t burn,” I said.

“Wrong,” she said.

“Then explain it to me,” I wanted to scream.

“Right,” she sighed. “You know when you cry, like real tears, they are hot right?” I nodded thinking about the hot angry tears that you can sometimes have. “Well it makes sense that yours burn if everyone else’s is hot, you know?” she shrugged. I nodded kind of understanding.

“Will they scar?” I asked.

“I think not,” she smiled.

“Why are you not at dinner?” Robbie burst in to my room. “Who is that?” he stopped mid-step looking at Abby. “Oh wait you’re that witch,” he nodded to her before turning his gaze on me. Something clicked. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?” his voice boomed as his eyes turned midnight black.

He ran over to me and pushed Abby out of the way. “Tell me,” he growled.

“Nothing,” I turned my head away from him but his hands pulled me back. I sighed. “Robbie it is nothing,” I looked at him sternly trying to calm the fear that was raging inside me.

“Then why do you have burns on your face?” he snapped.

“Because she is a Phoenix dip shit,” Abby got up brushing off her knees. “God I hate werewolves,” she muttered as Robbie snarled at her. I flinched looking anywhere but Robbie’s onyx clad gaze. “You know that you are scaring her?” Abby crossed her arms and raised at eyebrow.

“Leave,” Robbie barked.

“Err how about...” she looked thoughtfully. “No.” She glared at him.

“I said leave,” he snarled low in his throat.

“You forget I am not a werewolf so I do not abide by your rules,” she laughed at him.

“I am a future King,” he stood in front of her towering over her like a skyscraper but still she stood her ground.

“I never did like werewolves but werewolf Princes are the worst,” she rolled her eyes.  “You do not get it dog,” she looked at him in disgust. “I do not care that you are the future King of the Dogs. I only answer to the triple Goddess, my high Priestess and Iris,”

“Wait why me?” I asked.

Abby rolled her eyes. “You don’t get it,” she sighed. “You and the rest of the elements are the most powerful things to walk the earth! In the eyes of the Witches you are walking Gods and Goddesses. So this mutt here is nothing compared to you and shouldn’t be scaring you,” he glared at the confused looking Robbie.