Cyan Seye is on the run. She is the last blue-eyed, Caucasian woman known to exist in the year 2077. Her father has just been murdered and suddenly her safe and sequestered life no longer exists.
Devin McCrae is her protector. Hired by her father to see Cyan to a safe place called Betatakin, it is his mission to see to her father's dying wish.
Running from the government, the underground, and who knows what else, they begin a frantic journey for safety. Cyan's life is totally in Devin's hands. And his life depends on him getting them safely to Betatakin. Relying solely on each other, trust becomes a critical factor. But the simple matter of trust is no easy feat for Cyan — since Devin is the man who murdered her father.
From Chapter 1:
Cyan Seye wept in the corner of the dank cave. She wasn’t certain, but thought she could hear a strange sort of flute music coming out from somewhere beyond the rocks. Or maybe it was in her head. Not certain how she’d gotten here, no clue how she would eventually leave, she leaned into the cold stone and resigned herself to one thing – no matter what, she had to trust Devin McCrae. Even if it was the most difficult thing she’d ever do in her life.
McCrae was her unlikely savior. She knew not from where he’d come. Wasn’t certain who had sent him. All she really knew was that her father had feared him for years. But why him? When there were so many others to fear?
She didn’t know. Until she’d witnessed why.
First hand.
The day McCrae had killed her father.
Fear had been a part of her life since she was born. It was almost as much a part of her as breathing. Running. And fear gripped her every time McCrae looked deep into her eyes.
Blue, he called her. For her eyes.
The past month had been worse than any of her twenty-four years. But he was the only person who could save her now. Protect her. If anything was certain, it was that. She shivered, uncertain of whether it was from the cold, or her plight.
Both, probably.
No fire. Nothing to keep her warm. Cyan hugged herself and tried to stop her chattering teeth. Tried to clear her mind. Go to some other place. Free herself for a while.
Just so wet. Cold.
McCrae didn’t want a fire. Smoke. Flames. They would give away their hiding place, he’d said. Then he’d left her. Left her to go watch the night. Eyes searching the storm-silenced sky. Listen. Watch.
Wait for them.
Protect her. It was his only purpose in life now.
So, he guarded the entrance. The one way into the cave. Guarded her. And for some insane reason, Cyan felt safe. Even with him.
For now.
She’d learned long ago that when she felt safe, she needed to sleep. Because good sleep rarely came when you were on the run. When you were looking over your shoulder. When you had no clue what the next hour would bring.
Did McCrae ever sleep?
Her eyelids were sandpaper. Heavy.
They closed. Gritty.
Trust him.
Her father’s last words. His eyes had spoken the words as much as his breathless voice had said them. Right before McCrae had killed him.
Excerpt
His voice came to her smoother, soothing, almost sympathetic. “I know what you are thinking, Cyan. You’ve fallen in love with him. He protected you. Was your captor, actually. Made you dependent on him. There is a syndrome for that. Stockholm Syndrome. When people who are captive actually begin to trust and care for their captors. It’s normal. But we can help you with that.”
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