About the book: year / - Listen, honey, you have little chance of surviving," says Shere Khan, his fingers are still on my neck, I’m shaking, trying to breathe as much air as possible. “Let me go,” I wheeze. “Everything is in your hands, you will be an obedient girl,” his face moves closer to mine, “and you will be able to live a little longer.” My fingers open, I fall to the floor, touching my throat with my right hand, which was just in an iron vice. “And if you don’t obey, you’ll have to deal with it badly, baby.” I look at him with hatred. How could a person be so deceived? Although, he is not a person at all... “Now put on a happy face, dear bride,” he smiles. - We are having a wedding after all..