“Ready,” Lanfear said, eyes on Nynaeve. Perrin turned toward Lanfear. “I will count to three,” Lanfear said, not looking at him. My duty, Perrin thought, is to do the things Rand cannot. This was the wolf dream. In the wolf dream, what he felt became reality. “One,” Lanfear said. He loved Faile. “Two.” He loved Faile. “Three.” He loved Faile. The Compulsion vanished like smoke in the wind, thrown off like clothing changed in the blink of an eye. Before Lanfear could strike, Perrin reached out and took her by the neck. He twisted once. Her neck popped in his fingers. Lanfear crumpled, and
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