Colour Blind

Maeve Rose had never blended into the crowd as easily as others. She had a habit of sticking out amongst most people, that was not new at all. A beautiful, opinionated, hard headed individual, Maeve was definitely used to being seen and heard.
What she wasn't prepared for was becoming wanted.
Specifically by the entire world.
Running was not in the plan, was never in the plan, yet here she found herself, in fact. Running. A fugitive.
Damn that boy. She'd kill him if she could, if she had the guts to kill anything with eyes that beautiful.
How.
How did she get to this point in life?