But she didn’t stop breathing.
He listened for an hour, maybe more, and her tortured breath still clawed its way out of her broken throat, so he brought her here where the moss insinuated itself into the names cut in the cool stones, and he waited for that final breath to tell him he could leave her to sleep with the silent dead.
Then she started humming.
The old song ripped through the veils of his mind. His heart flattened in his chest like the rabbit that spotted the wolf, and he lay there trapped in the hideous melody.