Was that why my voice was so hoarse? I was not ready for fire to come out of my throat. “You can’t breathe fire,” Tyrrik called in. “Are you kidding? Why not?” I clambered to my feet and paused halfway to the entrance when it occurred to me I hadn’t spoken my fire-breathing thoughts aloud. “No,” I said, straightening. “No way. Please tell me your answer was a coincidence.” “It was a coincidence,” he said, standing in the mouth of the cave.
