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“Drifter!” Allie shouted as she threw herself onto the floor beside his crumpled form. She wrapped her arms around him and flipped him over into her lap. His breathing was harsh, and his face was scrunched up as though in pain. “Drifter? Drifter! Say something, damn it!”
Lady Douglas hurried to Drifter’s other side while Cammy watched in fearful confusion. Their hostess clasped one side of his face in her palm and furrowed her brow as she studied his pallor. “He is trembling, but there is no fever. Exhaustion must have overcome him, and perhaps some sleep will cure it.”
Allie shook her head. “But he doesn’t-” She caught herself. They couldn’t know about his true origins.
“Whatever he doesn’t do, rest must be what he does now,” Lady Douglas insisted as she climbed to her fe
