C73 Chapter 73

ELEANOR

As I sat there—still uneasy, I finally gathered the nerve to speak. “What could you possibly want to know about me?” I asked, my voice flat with an edge of skepticism. “I’m not exactly the most interesting person.”

Armando—who had just taken another bite from his meal—didn’t even look up at me as he replied. “Tell me whatever you’ve got,” he said casually