Jaxon’s POV.
I went into my room feeling hot and bothered, wiping at my chest and neck with the dry parts of my shirt.
After getting a dry napkin, I stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, staring at the angry red blotch spreading across my chest and the dots on my neck.
How strange, the tea hadn’t even been that hot. How was this possible?
I’d been burnt before, actual burns. From battles, training, fights, fire, magic. This? This felt different from all of that. I couldn’t exactly explain it.
My skin was raw, sore to the touch. The centre of the burn had gone dark pink, almost red-purple, and it itched around the edges. But the worst part? It stung like hell. I couldn’t even touch that part.
I hissed under my breath and went into the bathroom, dipping the napkin in water as I cont
