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RAANU STARTED screaming. Veyada slung her further over his shoulder where she hung with her backside in the air, her fists pummelling Veyada’s back. We ran into the corridor, past the guards who still didn’t seem quite sure what to do after their instructions had suddenly changed. I was also guessing that those instructions didn’t include how to deal with a screaming child.
There was a lift cubicle at the end. Sheydu went in and Veyada dragged in Raanu, who was still screaming and struggling against his grip.
The doors shut.
“Shut up, brat,” Sheydu said while operating the lift panel.
“I’m not a brat! I’m not a brat!”
“You’re behaving like one.”
“Let me go, let me go let me go!” She hit Veyada’s back. Her face was red with exertion.
“Veyada, let her go,” I said. The lift started
