Mirabella’s Pov
"Tell me something about you; something I don't already know."
Matteo questions in a soft voice as he wraps the cuff of the sphygmomanometer around my upper arm. I blink a few times from the unexpectedness of his question.
He raises an eyebrow nudging me to answer as he continues taking my blood pressure and I scoff. "Bold of you to think you know even a thing about me."
"You have no idea, Annabella. . ." His voice is laced with mischief.
I narrow my eyes at him. Something in my gut telling me that Matteo knows something about me; something that might jeopardize me. My identity perhaps.
"So, what's your story, you know with the consistent nightmares." Matteo calls back my attention and I bite down on my bottom lip.
"I don't know, Matteo, you tell me. After all you're
