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sacred rules for human pets.”
    “Umm…” I could feel my Master’s smile stretching to a smirk behind me.  
    “If your Master wants you to sit on his lap, you should be grateful for such a sign of affection. It only means he cherishes your company.”
    “Err…”
    Her hands made a flapping wave towards Alexandru’s direction, as if silently urging me to do as he asked.  
    Slowly, I turned around to face my Master.
    As expected, he was smiling ever so beautifully…and ever so slyly.
    Heat burst in my cheeks, but knowing that resistance was pointless, I slowly made my way to him. When I was just an inch away, I waited, hoping he’d just tug me to his lap so I wouldn’t have to do it myself.  
    But of course, my hatefully contrary Master wasn’t the type to make things easy for me. Instead, he stayed still, a mockingly patient expression on his face.
    “Zari?” Madame Lavinia asked, her tone bewildered.  
    Cringing in mortification, I slowly lowered myself on his lap, back ramrod straight. I stared straight ahead, knowing that if I caught sight of my Master’s sly smile, it would only get me blushing harder. That or strangle him. It could be either.
    Madame Lavinia sighed in relief. “There, there. I’m so glad you’re not as stubborn as the other First-Mades.” Taking the couch opposite us, she sat down and handed each of us a folder. “Please take your time answering this.”
    She directed a questioning glance to my Master. “Would you like a moment of privacy while you fill this out?”
    “If it wouldn’t be so much trouble, please.”
    “Nothing is too much trouble for you, my dear,” the older woman said warmly.  
    When she left, my Master’s fingers drifted against the small of my back, which I now knew was his way of telling me he wanted my complete attention. “Read the forms, pet. I’m sure you’ll have questions.”
    I glanced down at the form. The first line told me that he was right. I would have questions – a lot of them.
    Legacy or First Made?
    “She mentioned this a while ago,” I murmured. “What does this mean?”
    “Legacy refers to all those who come from families who have served as human pets for generations. First-Mades are like you – humans who have been acquired by other means.”
    “You mean sold in auctions?”
    My Master’s face became grim. “I’m sorry, pet, but your circumstances are rare…and unfortunate. Most other First Mades are a result of a simple legal agreement between humans and otherworlders.”
    The surprises just kept coming , I thought. “You mean, someone would really choose to be a human pet?”
    He raised a brow. “Why not? Your main responsibility is to feed us when we need sustenance. In return, you will be able to live in the lap of luxury forever.”
    “But it also means a lifetime of not being free to do whatever you want,” I argued. “You told me before that I can’t even have a relationship without your approval.”
    “Naturally. It is for our race’s safety. We must make sure that people who know of our existence are all trustworthy.”
    “But—”
    “I understand and respect your opinion, pet.” His tone was gentle but firm, and I knew it was his way of subtly reminding me of what we were. Master and pet, and whatever way you want to look at it, it would always be one commanding the other and never the other way around.
    My gaze moved back to the form, scanning the rest of the questions until I saw one that I couldn’t understand.  
    Claimed or Unclaimed? If Claimed, please state your Master’s name.
    “I don’t understand this.” I pointed to the words that caught my attention. “I’m guessing I’m Claimed, but what about the Unclaimed ones?”
    “They’re humans who come from the most illustrious Legacy families. They’re highly sought after, which means they can afford to refuse offers of claiming. To put it simply, they prefer to be claimed by only the most powerful Masters.”
    “I see.” The