He twitched and kicked but his mind was far away, and she could sense that. She squeezed him harder, not caring how quickly he died, watching the tattoos spread from her body to his with a full, heady satisfaction.
It was especially soothing considering that the chant seemed to be growing louder, more persistent as it sought its way around and through her. It seemed to be tugging her, trying to pull her away. She couldn't have that, not in this moment of triumph.