Oh, he was feeling it all right. Sam had expected a change, maybe, someplace on the inside, but he certainly hadn't expected this. The warmth had spread, almost to a dizzying level, and it was only when Sam found that he couldn't handle the sensation coursing through his body any longer that he tugged his neck back and slumped back against the side of the tree, hands falling away from the bloodied wrist before him.
His eyes fell shut and his chest rose and fell heavily. The way he was breathing, one might have thought he just came back from running a marathon. A hand lifted to swipe at some of the red staining his face, but aside from that Sam did nothing. Could he do anything? No. Yes. No. Yes. Maybe he could. Maybe he could do everything.
"Fuck," he choked out, gripping at the side of his head. He leaned forward, trying to adjust to the feeling coursing through him. It was power, wasn't it? Coursing through him. From her.