Gemotions

Liam stared at the printout, his knuckles white against the glossy paper. The evidence was undeniable; his favorite author, Silas Blackwood, had lifted entire passages from Liam's unpublished manuscript. He felt a burning rage, a tempest gathering in his chest. He would not allow this.

He grabbed his coat. The biting wind outside matched the frigidity of his anger. Silas was scheduled for a book signing at the local bookstore this afternoon. Liam would confront him. He would demand an explanation. He would make sure Silas understood the depth of the violation.

He strode into the bookstore, past the admiring faces, towards the author's table. Liam's gait was purposeful, his gaze fixed. He approached the table, his voice calm, but with an underlying tremor of steel. He could taste the approaching confrontation on his tongue. He would stand for the wronged, for truth.