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As Ella went back to her bed, Maeve came over to join Whitney.

“See anything?” she said.

“Not a lot. No, wait a minute, here comes Pod.”

In a moment Pod came bustling into the dormitory with two of David’s guards.

“What’s going on?” said Maeve. “There’s people running everywhere.”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” said Pod. “Some royals have escaped, that’s all. It’s a bit of a drag. We need some of your group to, like, come and help round them up, yeah?”

“Nothing to worry about?” Whitney exploded. “With grown-ups on the loose?”

“They’re harmless,” said Pod.

“No grown-up is harmless,” said Whitney.

“So why don’t you come and help look for them?”

“No way. I’m taking the kids somewhere safe, man.”

“Listen.” Pod offered Whitney a big cheesy grin. “It’s no big deal. Nothing to get upset about, yeah?”

“I’m taking everyone outside the building. Now. Into the yard.”

“You won’t be safe out there,” said Pod. “We’ve called all the guards in to look for the royals.”

“We can look after ourselves, thank you very much,” said Whitney.

“No—you should stay here,” said Pod, trying to sound like he was in control. “If you keep the doors closed you’ll be fine.”

“You don’t tell us what to do, rich boy,” said Whitney. “We’re going to the parade ground until this is all over. End of story.”

“Actually, I really do think you’ll be a lot better off in here.” Pod’s smile was slipping.

“Like I care what you think,” said Whitney. “With Blue and Maxie not around, I’m in charge. And if I say we go outside, we go outside. When you’ve found your precious royals we’ll come back in.”

Pod planted his feet wide apart and folded his arms. The smile had become a superior smirk now.

“You are not in charge here, actually, babes,” he said. “I am.”

“Who you calling ‘babes’?” said Whitney, and she belted Pod hard in the stomach. He gasped and doubled over in pain. The two guards sprang to life, raising their rifles, but Big Mick and another of the Morrisons fighters had been standing ready. They seized the guns and wrenched them out of the boys’ hands.

“We’re going outside,” Whitney said coldly to the two guards. “You stay here and look after Pod.”

Pod had collapsed on to the floor and was sitting with his back against the wall, clutching his belly.

“It’s all right,” he groaned. “Let them go.”

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Three royals shuffled down a long corridor lined with paintings of past British kings and queens. They looked bewildered. David was waiting for them, one of his guards at his side. Apart from his freckles and a red flush across his cheekbones, David’s skin was bone white. He was absolutely livid.

He held up his hand.