Velkaris's fire hit her like swallowing the sun.
It poured through their connection with zero subtlety, a volcanic river of heat that flooded every vein and set her Hidden Flame mark blazing so bright it lit the entire street gold. Her insides burned. Her blood burned. The backs of her teeth burned. Every cell in her body screamed in a language that roughly translated to too much, too fast, too hot, and Velkaris didn't care because Velkaris had never once in his ancient life cared about comfortable.
He huffed at her, which in dragon translated to, You don't need to be a flame master, dummy. Just melt the locks.
Serena blinked. Blood was already pooling in the corners of her vision from the strain.
"Oh," she whispered. "Right."
