Jaxon had taken a crossbow bolt to the midsection and one to the thigh. It looked like his shoulder was dislocated, and he'd suffered a crushed leg when his horse fell on him. He was in rough shape, but he wasn't dead. I helped pull the horse off, and then we left him in Aria's care. I don't believe in miracles, but she does.
This cider is the taste of iron and broken promises.
Reviewed on 28 Aug 2024
