Gemotions

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old paper and suppressed resentment. He traced the lines of Finch’s patent with his finger, the official seal a mocking taunt. He felt a pressure in his temples that throbbed with the ache of betrayal.

He turned to the history books, looking for loopholes. He knew the past often held a key to the present. His focus narrowed. He would unearth something – anything – that would bring Finch's house of cards crashing down.

He would spend every waking hour working against him.