March 2002
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters but the story is mine.
Chapter 3
Darien paced outside the dressing room door as he waited for Selenity to
model her latest outfit. They were in one of the most exclusive shops in town and
nothing cost less than a thousand dollars. He shook his head. He could imagine
having the kind of money she did, heck, his trust fund had been comparative
because of his parent's combined life insurance, but spending it the way she did
was almost as if she was trying to make up for something that was missing in her
life. It didn't help they'd been there for almost two hours and time was running
out.
"Selene, you find anything you like?"
"Ugh, no. Find anything else?"
He looked over at the sales rack near the back of the store and then
grinned, "Give me a second, I've got my eye on something."
"Alright, I'll be waiting."
He strode towards the rack and riffled through a few of the frilly outfits
before finding a slim sheath of black. He checked the size. 1/2. Perfect. He
pulled it off the rack and walked back to the changing room. "Head's up," he
tossed it over the door.
She laughed, "Something from the sales rack, come on, Darien, how will that
look on my credit card?"
"Thrifty?" he offered grinning, "Just try it on, Princess, and let me see."
She giggled, "Fine." he heard her unzip whatever she'd been trying on and
then the sound of silk sliding over skin. He felt the sound clear to his toes.
Damn, just listening to her dress was enough to get every nerve of his hyper
sensitized. The sound of another zipper drifted to him and then the door opened.
He sucked in a sharp breath, her beauty hitting him a new. "Wow. You look
absolutely amazing."
She twirled for him, causing the skirt from just above her knee to flare
out. He glimpsed bare skin and clenched his fists. He wanted nothing more than
to take her in his arms, to claim her as his forever, but knew he had to take it
slow. She smiled at him. The dress was completely black except for a silver hem.
Spaghetti straps held the small creation on her shoulders, the bodice hugging her
form from just above her breasts down to just above her knees. It hid nothing,
revealing every sweet curve to his gaze. "Have we found something suitable?"
He nodded, "That's the dress Princess. If you won't buy it, I will."
She arched an eyebrow at him, "What are you wearing?"
"We have just enough time to go by my place so I can change, before we have
to meet Rita and Drew, that is, if we leave now."
"But, I still have to get ready!"
He grinned, "I allowed for it. Come on, change gorgeous, and we'll split
so we can change, alright?"
She grinned, walking back into the change room. Darien absently noted that
her hair was already down to the curve of her back just above her backside.
They'd have to cut her hair again before going anywhere. He winced at the thought
of cutting those gorgeous strands, no matter the necessity.
Selenity quickly shut the door and changed. She gathered up everything
she'd been trying on and hung it up inside, leaving with her one sales rack item.
Ironic, she found herself thinking, that he finds the perfect dress on the one
rack I never look at. She shook her head as she joined him outside. They quickly
paid for the gown, Selenity using the cash she had in her wallet to pay for the
$600 dress. She just smiled sweetly at the attendant as she handed over the cash.
The woman quickly wrapped up the package before handing it over. Selenity
thanked her, taking the bag in her one free hand. Darien seemed to have laid a
permanent claim to the other. They walked out of the store and he led her back to
his car, a black Porsche, holding the door for her like a gentleman.
Selenity relaxed in the leather seat as he slid into the driver's seat and
started the engine, "That was a lot of fun, Darien, thank you."
He chuckled, pulling out of the space and making an illegal u-turn as he
headed towards his apartment, "It was indeed. You look absolutely stunning in
that gown, Selene."
She blushed softly, "Thank you. I can't wait to see you all dressed up."
He winked at her, turning down a side street and pulling quickly into a
parking garage beneath an apartment tower, "Well, you won't have to wait for long.
Grab everything, we'll leave your other things at my place and you can collect
them and change before I take you home later, alright?"
"Sounds good, just don't let the reporters see you or you'll never get rid
of them."
He reached over and squeezed her thigh, just above her knee, "Let me worry
about that, Princess." He pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine.
She opened her door and grabbed her packages as he was locking the doors and
getting out. She closed her door with her heel and then grinned as he turned on
his car alarm, "Don't want to risk it, huh?"
He relieved her of her bags and then claimed her hand again, "I like my
car, she's my baby."
She giggled as they walked into the elevator and he pushed the button for
the 25th floor. She raised an eyebrow at him, "25th floor... Is that a penthouse
sweet or something?"
"Close enough. It's one of the bigger ones. It's just me and my cat but
she's quite the prowler. Gives us lots of space to stretch out, not to mention I
have a guest room just in case."
"Oh. That's neat," she fell silent. Cats had a tendency to cling to her
for some reason and she wasn't really looking forward to this meeting.
They ascended the elevator in silence, Selenity acutely aware of his
fingers twined with hers, his thumb rubbing the back of her knuckles. She found
herself focused on that single sensation, marveling that his touch wasn't
affecting her in the same fashion her betrothed's did. She shivered, half from
the thought, half from the whisper soft caress he slid across her wrist. There
was no comparison. Darien's touch made her knees go weak, it always had, while
-his-, she didn't even want to think his name, repulsed her. She pushed the awful
memory away that was fighting to surface and focused her mind on the present as
the doors were opening to Darien's floor. She was tugged gently after him, going
willingly.
"It's not much, compared to what I'm sure you're used to, but it suits me
well."
She smiled at him, "I'm sure it's fine."
He winked at her, "If I don't miss my guess, you'll want me to trade you
places. In advance, no."
She giggled, but it died in her throat as he unlocked the door and opened
it. She froze. It was just as he'd described it in his letter. The entry way
was small as they stepped inside, a small table with a vase of red roses just
inside the door, a mirror hanging above it. He closed the door behind them and
finally dropped her hand as he threw his keys onto the table. He neatly kicked
off his shoes and placed her bags out of the way before shrugging out of his coat.
Selenity knelt and undid her sneakers before placing them neatly beside his
shoes and removed her coat. He tossed both of them on the back of a chair as he
stepped into the main living room. "This is my humble abode."
She stepped after him, noting a kitchen on the right that was utilitarian
and functional. A smile slid across her lips as she got a good look at the sparse
living room. It had a sofa, chair and huge entertainment center with all of the
latest equipment. A coffee table was in the middle of the room, littered with
books and magazines. A couple of coasters were placed on the corners, one holding
an empty mug.
"Well?"
She smiled at him, "I like it, and you are right. I'd love to trade with
you, this place actually feels lived in, more like a home."
He stepped towards her, keeping her gaze. Her smile died, seeing the
intent look in his eyes, "You asked me to ask you why you have to find someone
within a year or marry your betrothed, Selenity. Did he hurt you?"
She was taken aback by the fierce look in his eyes but held his gaze,
feeling the pain of her attack come back full force. She would have collapsed but
for his hold, and he read in her gaze the answer to his sudden question.
"I'll kill him, how dare he hurt you, you're mine, you've always been
mine," he told her fiercely. He scooped her up in his arms and set her on the
couch.
"I am not yours, Darien," she told him softly, "I do not even belong to
myself, let alone you."
He brushed her bangs off her forehead, gently smoothing one finger over the
small scar, "You're wrong, Selene. You are mine, ever since that day I ran into
you and your mother you've dominated my thoughts. As a friend especially, as
someone I can trust and depend on most assuredly. Someone to look out for, almost
like a little sister, until I saw you again. You were so worried, so unsure of
yourself, it broke my heart to see you hurting and I wanted to help. I've been
your friend for many years, Princess, and you still claim I'm not yours and you're
not mine. I know you better in some respects than you know yourself, and the same
goes for you to me. Don't deny it."
She smiled wanly, reaching up to cover his hand with hers where it lay
against her cheek. Her heart was swelling with his fierce, tender words. She
wanted so much from him, but she couldn't ask him to give up his freedom, even to
save hers, it would be too much, "Alright, I will not deny it, Darien, I do belong
to you in some ways. In all the ways that count, I have been yours since before I
can remember. Mamma told me once, before she died, I claimed I would marry you."
she brushed a tear from her eye and sighed, "I wish that could be."
He searched her eyes, "Why can't it be? You know I love you, you've known
for a long time, Princess. Not the title, not this careful person who's had to be
perfect to please daddy, but the adventurous wild cat who wants to live life to
the fullest and explore her surroundings. If I asked you, could you turn me
down?"
She put one hand to his mouth, "Do not. You would be asking for something
that is no longer mine, something that was stolen from me by a monster," she
closed her eyes, shuddering slightly. She felt him kiss her finger tips and
slowly opened eyes that were glittering with unshed tears, "My betrothed claimed
me in the most basic way about 3 months ago."
Darien's sharp intake of breath sent a stab of pain through her heart. She
didn't want to hurt him, but he deserved to know. She dropped her hand from his
mouth and moved away from his touch. She ached when his hands dropped from her
and didn't move to reclaim their earlier resting place. She hid her face in her
hands, "I do not carry his child but he has told my father I do. If I wish to
save face I have to marry before my next birthday. Inside of 6 months, to my
father's preference."
"This is what you wanted to tell me?"
She flinched; glad he couldn't see her face. His voice was so cold,
betrayed, "You deserve to know why, though you have my heart, I cannot ask you for
more," she raised her tear stained face and met his gaze again, her heart
breaking, "I cannot ask you to give up a life you have worked so hard to get for
me. I want more than anything to be yours, Darien, you have to believe me, but it
cannot be so!"
"Why not?" he moved forward and got on his knees before her, trapping her.
He placed his arms on either side of her, not touching, and looked deep into her
eyes, searching for something, "Why can't we ever be?"
"Because I am no longer pure!" she screamed at him, "A princess has to
marry the man who takes that purity, who steals it!"
"What if you were no longer a princess, what if you eloped and married
someone else?"
She heaved a shuddering sob, tears flowing down her cheeks, "If only I
could. Why are you torturing me with this? I want to be with you, but I cannot,
I have told you why, can you not just accept it?"
"No. Selene, try to understand from my point of view. You're not a
princess to me, at least not by blood. You're mine. You've always been mine.
Someone has stolen something from you, but he will not steal you from me. I
refuse to loose you to some spoiled prince because he took from you by force what
was yours to freely give. Marry me, Selene, marry me and I swear I will never let
him harm you again."
She sobbed and threw her arms around him, burying her face in the curve of
his neck, "Oh, Darien, please don't ask me that!"
"I just did, Princess, time for you to choose." he told her softly, gently
stroking her hair.
"Then yes, I will marry you." she pulled away, swiping at her eyes, "Simply
because I couldn't tell you no, no matter what the circumstances."
He chuckled, gently cupping her face and brushing the tears from her
cheeks, "Not exactly the reaction I was expecting but the answer I was hoping for
all the same. Come here, Princess."
She looked at him, "I don't get much closer, Darien. And that I'm
certainly not ready for yet."
"Don't compare me to him, Selene, I'm nothing like him. Could I ask you
something?"
She sighed and nodded, "You already did and it got me engaged to you. Ask
away."
He grinned, "You asked me in your letter to ask you what you want more than
anything in the world. What is it you want Princess and I'll do my best to give
it to you."
She blushed, "You. Forever. I want you to kiss me and hug me and hold me
forever."
He leaned in close, slowly so that she could get away if she chose to, "I'm
here and I'm not going anywhere. I swear to you, Selene, on everything I hold
dear, that you will never be hurt by anyone again, no matter what I have to do to
ensure that."
She smiled, blinking away tears, "I love you Darien."
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, "You have no
idea how long I've waited to hear you speak those words. I love you too, Selene,
my princess." He leaned in close and gently kissed her, smiling against her lips
as she increased the pressure. He finally pulled away, gently tracing her face
with his fingers, "I would love to keep you here all night, Selene, but there are
a couple of things we need to do."
"Dinner! Oh my gosh, I almost forgot. I hope Andrew and Rita aren't
waiting for us."
"Relax, we've got about an hour. Come on, time to get ready."
She smiled at him, brushing at her cheeks, "I'm going to borrow your shower
and hack this stuff off ok?" she fingered her hair, which was now down to her
knees as she stood. He let her stand and nodded, motioning towards the hallway,
"Luna's in my room, it's the closed door, the other three are at your disposal.
I've gotta go out for a couple of minutes but make yourself at home, alright?"
She smiled at him, scooping up her bags as she headed towards the bathroom,
"Don't be too long... Endymion," she winked at him as he smiled a slow, sexy
smile.
"From you, my first name sounds... right."
She just smiled as she kicked the door closed behind her.
Author's Note: Questions, comments, flames, anything you have to say, write me!
Jademax@hotmail.com
Thanks for reading!
Jade_Max
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters but the story is mine.
Chapter 3
Darien paced outside the dressing room door as he waited for Selenity to
model her latest outfit. They were in one of the most exclusive shops in town and
nothing cost less than a thousand dollars. He shook his head. He could imagine
having the kind of money she did, heck, his trust fund had been comparative
because of his parent's combined life insurance, but spending it the way she did
was almost as if she was trying to make up for something that was missing in her
life. It didn't help they'd been there for almost two hours and time was running
out.
"Selene, you find anything you like?"
"Ugh, no. Find anything else?"
He looked over at the sales rack near the back of the store and then
grinned, "Give me a second, I've got my eye on something."
"Alright, I'll be waiting."
He strode towards the rack and riffled through a few of the frilly outfits
before finding a slim sheath of black. He checked the size. 1/2. Perfect. He
pulled it off the rack and walked back to the changing room. "Head's up," he
tossed it over the door.
She laughed, "Something from the sales rack, come on, Darien, how will that
look on my credit card?"
"Thrifty?" he offered grinning, "Just try it on, Princess, and let me see."
She giggled, "Fine." he heard her unzip whatever she'd been trying on and
then the sound of silk sliding over skin. He felt the sound clear to his toes.
Damn, just listening to her dress was enough to get every nerve of his hyper
sensitized. The sound of another zipper drifted to him and then the door opened.
He sucked in a sharp breath, her beauty hitting him a new. "Wow. You look
absolutely amazing."
She twirled for him, causing the skirt from just above her knee to flare
out. He glimpsed bare skin and clenched his fists. He wanted nothing more than
to take her in his arms, to claim her as his forever, but knew he had to take it
slow. She smiled at him. The dress was completely black except for a silver hem.
Spaghetti straps held the small creation on her shoulders, the bodice hugging her
form from just above her breasts down to just above her knees. It hid nothing,
revealing every sweet curve to his gaze. "Have we found something suitable?"
He nodded, "That's the dress Princess. If you won't buy it, I will."
She arched an eyebrow at him, "What are you wearing?"
"We have just enough time to go by my place so I can change, before we have
to meet Rita and Drew, that is, if we leave now."
"But, I still have to get ready!"
He grinned, "I allowed for it. Come on, change gorgeous, and we'll split
so we can change, alright?"
She grinned, walking back into the change room. Darien absently noted that
her hair was already down to the curve of her back just above her backside.
They'd have to cut her hair again before going anywhere. He winced at the thought
of cutting those gorgeous strands, no matter the necessity.
Selenity quickly shut the door and changed. She gathered up everything
she'd been trying on and hung it up inside, leaving with her one sales rack item.
Ironic, she found herself thinking, that he finds the perfect dress on the one
rack I never look at. She shook her head as she joined him outside. They quickly
paid for the gown, Selenity using the cash she had in her wallet to pay for the
$600 dress. She just smiled sweetly at the attendant as she handed over the cash.
The woman quickly wrapped up the package before handing it over. Selenity
thanked her, taking the bag in her one free hand. Darien seemed to have laid a
permanent claim to the other. They walked out of the store and he led her back to
his car, a black Porsche, holding the door for her like a gentleman.
Selenity relaxed in the leather seat as he slid into the driver's seat and
started the engine, "That was a lot of fun, Darien, thank you."
He chuckled, pulling out of the space and making an illegal u-turn as he
headed towards his apartment, "It was indeed. You look absolutely stunning in
that gown, Selene."
She blushed softly, "Thank you. I can't wait to see you all dressed up."
He winked at her, turning down a side street and pulling quickly into a
parking garage beneath an apartment tower, "Well, you won't have to wait for long.
Grab everything, we'll leave your other things at my place and you can collect
them and change before I take you home later, alright?"
"Sounds good, just don't let the reporters see you or you'll never get rid
of them."
He reached over and squeezed her thigh, just above her knee, "Let me worry
about that, Princess." He pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine.
She opened her door and grabbed her packages as he was locking the doors and
getting out. She closed her door with her heel and then grinned as he turned on
his car alarm, "Don't want to risk it, huh?"
He relieved her of her bags and then claimed her hand again, "I like my
car, she's my baby."
She giggled as they walked into the elevator and he pushed the button for
the 25th floor. She raised an eyebrow at him, "25th floor... Is that a penthouse
sweet or something?"
"Close enough. It's one of the bigger ones. It's just me and my cat but
she's quite the prowler. Gives us lots of space to stretch out, not to mention I
have a guest room just in case."
"Oh. That's neat," she fell silent. Cats had a tendency to cling to her
for some reason and she wasn't really looking forward to this meeting.
They ascended the elevator in silence, Selenity acutely aware of his
fingers twined with hers, his thumb rubbing the back of her knuckles. She found
herself focused on that single sensation, marveling that his touch wasn't
affecting her in the same fashion her betrothed's did. She shivered, half from
the thought, half from the whisper soft caress he slid across her wrist. There
was no comparison. Darien's touch made her knees go weak, it always had, while
-his-, she didn't even want to think his name, repulsed her. She pushed the awful
memory away that was fighting to surface and focused her mind on the present as
the doors were opening to Darien's floor. She was tugged gently after him, going
willingly.
"It's not much, compared to what I'm sure you're used to, but it suits me
well."
She smiled at him, "I'm sure it's fine."
He winked at her, "If I don't miss my guess, you'll want me to trade you
places. In advance, no."
She giggled, but it died in her throat as he unlocked the door and opened
it. She froze. It was just as he'd described it in his letter. The entry way
was small as they stepped inside, a small table with a vase of red roses just
inside the door, a mirror hanging above it. He closed the door behind them and
finally dropped her hand as he threw his keys onto the table. He neatly kicked
off his shoes and placed her bags out of the way before shrugging out of his coat.
Selenity knelt and undid her sneakers before placing them neatly beside his
shoes and removed her coat. He tossed both of them on the back of a chair as he
stepped into the main living room. "This is my humble abode."
She stepped after him, noting a kitchen on the right that was utilitarian
and functional. A smile slid across her lips as she got a good look at the sparse
living room. It had a sofa, chair and huge entertainment center with all of the
latest equipment. A coffee table was in the middle of the room, littered with
books and magazines. A couple of coasters were placed on the corners, one holding
an empty mug.
"Well?"
She smiled at him, "I like it, and you are right. I'd love to trade with
you, this place actually feels lived in, more like a home."
He stepped towards her, keeping her gaze. Her smile died, seeing the
intent look in his eyes, "You asked me to ask you why you have to find someone
within a year or marry your betrothed, Selenity. Did he hurt you?"
She was taken aback by the fierce look in his eyes but held his gaze,
feeling the pain of her attack come back full force. She would have collapsed but
for his hold, and he read in her gaze the answer to his sudden question.
"I'll kill him, how dare he hurt you, you're mine, you've always been
mine," he told her fiercely. He scooped her up in his arms and set her on the
couch.
"I am not yours, Darien," she told him softly, "I do not even belong to
myself, let alone you."
He brushed her bangs off her forehead, gently smoothing one finger over the
small scar, "You're wrong, Selene. You are mine, ever since that day I ran into
you and your mother you've dominated my thoughts. As a friend especially, as
someone I can trust and depend on most assuredly. Someone to look out for, almost
like a little sister, until I saw you again. You were so worried, so unsure of
yourself, it broke my heart to see you hurting and I wanted to help. I've been
your friend for many years, Princess, and you still claim I'm not yours and you're
not mine. I know you better in some respects than you know yourself, and the same
goes for you to me. Don't deny it."
She smiled wanly, reaching up to cover his hand with hers where it lay
against her cheek. Her heart was swelling with his fierce, tender words. She
wanted so much from him, but she couldn't ask him to give up his freedom, even to
save hers, it would be too much, "Alright, I will not deny it, Darien, I do belong
to you in some ways. In all the ways that count, I have been yours since before I
can remember. Mamma told me once, before she died, I claimed I would marry you."
she brushed a tear from her eye and sighed, "I wish that could be."
He searched her eyes, "Why can't it be? You know I love you, you've known
for a long time, Princess. Not the title, not this careful person who's had to be
perfect to please daddy, but the adventurous wild cat who wants to live life to
the fullest and explore her surroundings. If I asked you, could you turn me
down?"
She put one hand to his mouth, "Do not. You would be asking for something
that is no longer mine, something that was stolen from me by a monster," she
closed her eyes, shuddering slightly. She felt him kiss her finger tips and
slowly opened eyes that were glittering with unshed tears, "My betrothed claimed
me in the most basic way about 3 months ago."
Darien's sharp intake of breath sent a stab of pain through her heart. She
didn't want to hurt him, but he deserved to know. She dropped her hand from his
mouth and moved away from his touch. She ached when his hands dropped from her
and didn't move to reclaim their earlier resting place. She hid her face in her
hands, "I do not carry his child but he has told my father I do. If I wish to
save face I have to marry before my next birthday. Inside of 6 months, to my
father's preference."
"This is what you wanted to tell me?"
She flinched; glad he couldn't see her face. His voice was so cold,
betrayed, "You deserve to know why, though you have my heart, I cannot ask you for
more," she raised her tear stained face and met his gaze again, her heart
breaking, "I cannot ask you to give up a life you have worked so hard to get for
me. I want more than anything to be yours, Darien, you have to believe me, but it
cannot be so!"
"Why not?" he moved forward and got on his knees before her, trapping her.
He placed his arms on either side of her, not touching, and looked deep into her
eyes, searching for something, "Why can't we ever be?"
"Because I am no longer pure!" she screamed at him, "A princess has to
marry the man who takes that purity, who steals it!"
"What if you were no longer a princess, what if you eloped and married
someone else?"
She heaved a shuddering sob, tears flowing down her cheeks, "If only I
could. Why are you torturing me with this? I want to be with you, but I cannot,
I have told you why, can you not just accept it?"
"No. Selene, try to understand from my point of view. You're not a
princess to me, at least not by blood. You're mine. You've always been mine.
Someone has stolen something from you, but he will not steal you from me. I
refuse to loose you to some spoiled prince because he took from you by force what
was yours to freely give. Marry me, Selene, marry me and I swear I will never let
him harm you again."
She sobbed and threw her arms around him, burying her face in the curve of
his neck, "Oh, Darien, please don't ask me that!"
"I just did, Princess, time for you to choose." he told her softly, gently
stroking her hair.
"Then yes, I will marry you." she pulled away, swiping at her eyes, "Simply
because I couldn't tell you no, no matter what the circumstances."
He chuckled, gently cupping her face and brushing the tears from her
cheeks, "Not exactly the reaction I was expecting but the answer I was hoping for
all the same. Come here, Princess."
She looked at him, "I don't get much closer, Darien. And that I'm
certainly not ready for yet."
"Don't compare me to him, Selene, I'm nothing like him. Could I ask you
something?"
She sighed and nodded, "You already did and it got me engaged to you. Ask
away."
He grinned, "You asked me in your letter to ask you what you want more than
anything in the world. What is it you want Princess and I'll do my best to give
it to you."
She blushed, "You. Forever. I want you to kiss me and hug me and hold me
forever."
He leaned in close, slowly so that she could get away if she chose to, "I'm
here and I'm not going anywhere. I swear to you, Selene, on everything I hold
dear, that you will never be hurt by anyone again, no matter what I have to do to
ensure that."
She smiled, blinking away tears, "I love you Darien."
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, "You have no
idea how long I've waited to hear you speak those words. I love you too, Selene,
my princess." He leaned in close and gently kissed her, smiling against her lips
as she increased the pressure. He finally pulled away, gently tracing her face
with his fingers, "I would love to keep you here all night, Selene, but there are
a couple of things we need to do."
"Dinner! Oh my gosh, I almost forgot. I hope Andrew and Rita aren't
waiting for us."
"Relax, we've got about an hour. Come on, time to get ready."
She smiled at him, brushing at her cheeks, "I'm going to borrow your shower
and hack this stuff off ok?" she fingered her hair, which was now down to her
knees as she stood. He let her stand and nodded, motioning towards the hallway,
"Luna's in my room, it's the closed door, the other three are at your disposal.
I've gotta go out for a couple of minutes but make yourself at home, alright?"
She smiled at him, scooping up her bags as she headed towards the bathroom,
"Don't be too long... Endymion," she winked at him as he smiled a slow, sexy
smile.
"From you, my first name sounds... right."
She just smiled as she kicked the door closed behind her.
Author's Note: Questions, comments, flames, anything you have to say, write me!
Jademax@hotmail.com
Thanks for reading!
Jade_Max