He grabbed my wrist, as I slapped him and was about to walk away. We stood there in a deadlock, and glared at each other. I was not prone to displays of temperament but he incensed me so much that I could barely see beyond my rage. I told him that he could not control me. It took more than arrogance to be my Master. Whatever power he had, I would give him, and that was how it works. I will submit to the man who changed my world and had dominance over things I did not. To master me was to master the path in front of me. It would have to be a way of life and not a game.