About the book: year / - Gotcha! The handcuffs close with a characteristic click. - Hmm. What next? Gag?—Extreme?—Realistic.—Then tell me, realistic, how will we correct the situation? Silence. A cheeky smile. It's creeping me out. - First, I'll tear out all your feathers, little bird. - Hmm, and then? - Then I'll stuff them in your... armpits and set them on fire. She is a thorn in his heel. He is her number one enemy. Hatred. Love. Too close. On the brink. But will feelings win if much more is at stake than the happiness of two…