She’d come here to remind herself—remind herself why that grave before them existed, and why she had those scars on her back. “And the Amulet of Orynth?” “An endgame, but also a distraction.” The sunlight danced on the Avery, nearly blinding. “You’re ready to do it?” She looked back at the gravestone, and at the grass concealing the coffin beneath. “I have no choice but to be ready.”
