You hold it. He glanced down the hall toward the noise and looked as if he wanted to spit. Her voice was more than a little breathy. Nynaeve crowded after Min as she hurried to the last door on the right and pushed in.
One of the other sul'dam snorted loudly; she was linked to a pretty, dark-haired woman in her middle years who kept her eyes on her hands. Surely he doesn't believe that tale about me being a lord. The second turned her smile on Rand. Someone stirred in the Darkfriend camp, and the Trolloc turned to peer that way.
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