“Enough,” he said sharply. “I don’t welcome your analysis. Cease studying me.” Something bitter prompted her to say, “You are not my master.” Cyrus turned at once to look at her, staring into her eyes with an intensity that bordered on alarming. “Do you aspire to be mine?” This question was so shocking, Alizeh drew back in response. Cyrus leaned in. “Relinquish the dream,” he said softly. “You have no hope of mastering me.”
