Monsters are real. When I was five years old, I watched my mother take her last breath-a breath three monsters stole from her. I never chose this life. My father says it's my birthright, but all I see is a curse. It's because of the Kelly name my mum was slain by the Doyles-our enemies in Dublin, the fellas livin' on borrowed time. All of Belfast fears my family, especially me. I'm Puck Kelly, otherwise known as Punky; the lad ye don't want to double cross. I don't do feelings or emotions. I never have . . . until she walks into my world. Babydoll is a liar and a thief, but I can't stay away. We both thrive in the darkness because that's where our demons can play. No word af a lie, sixteen years later, those monsters still haunt my dreams. But every monster is scared of somethin' . . . and that somethin' is me. No more hiding in the shadows because I'm huntin' youse. Run, wee monsters, run. Contains mature themes.