Makayla stared at him with her pale gray-green eyes, serious and contemplative. "But you're still unhappy, even with your friends and family and new life." Forking a piece of chicken from her salad, she chewed on it, those unfathomable eyes still staring at him. So he had always been a freak...like her, separate from the world around them. It seemed a strange coincidence. "So what do you think will make you happy, Cyrus?"