Gemotions

He’d always known Professor Davies was eccentric, but this? This was beyond even his expectations. Liam slammed his fist on the polished desk, the force of the blow jarring his teeth. He felt a hot, prickling sensation behind his eyes. He paced, each footfall a thunderclap in the silent study, the books lining the walls watching him with unblinking eyes. He’d poured years into this apprenticeship, years of early mornings and late nights. And for what? To be abandoned like a stray cat? "Damn it," he gasped, his voice raspy.