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BLAKE WATCHED AS MORGAN leaned closer to the staff, brushing a long dark curl from around her face. Her eyes were cobalt blue with a s***h of violet in the right eye that made Blake want to learn what else was unusual about Dr. Sierra.
He had read up on the official side of ARKANE, but Morgan was not what he had expected from a purely academic research institute, and he had his suspicions about what else they might be involved in. Morgan was toned muscle under her slight curves, and she moved with the grace of someone acutely aware of her surroundings – the type of vigilance he would expect of someone in the military. There was some kind of accent in her words, a hint of Israeli perhaps, and she looked to be Mediterranean in origin. With a name like Sierra, Spain would be the obvious c
