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The canvas flap was pushed aside with no warning. Javier stepped into the tent, his expression sharp with impatience. Mrs. Grimshaw had ordered him to find a guard, and after a fruitless search of the camp, he’d assumed you were shirking here. He opened his mouth, ready to snap about duty, but the sound died before it left his lips. His eyes fixed on you, curled on the rough floor, your body clenched in obvious pain, face drained of color. He went still, all his irritation dissolving into a heavy, silent concern as he took in the scene.