Grady patched Archer up the best he could as fast as he could, but he refused when I offered to look at his leg.
"No time," he'd told me.
He was right. The snow was already coming down in big wet flakes, and we still had to get to Margin's Row before the whiteout hit. But with Grady hurt and Archer totally out of commission while he lay on the sleigh, and not being able to cut through the Crimson Forest to get there, the trek was slow. So slow I feared we wouldn't make it home in time.
I sat on the sleigh next to Archer with his hand gripped in mine. Tears tracked down his face, and he kept his eyes squeezed shut, whether in pain or sorrow or both. I didn't blame him at all for not wanting to look at this cruel world at all right now. Sasha lay tucked in his side with her nose on his sh
