Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 5

**Chapter 5**

**Wrong Question**

**Aurora’s POV**

Leon strides forward, a silent storm wrapped in a cloak of anger.

I can’t help but notice how his footsteps are almost ghostly—too quiet for someone who seems to carry a furnace of rage within.

In contrast, my own steps feel like thunderclaps, echoing through a realm that feels utterly foreign to me.

The hallway stretches endlessly before us, a frigid corridor that mirrors the desolation of the house around us.

I pull my arms tightly around my backpack, as if it could shield me from the chill that seeps into my bones.

There’s a prickling sensation in my throat, a discomfort that could stem from the oppressive silence or the multitude of questions swirling in my mind—questions I know I have no right to ask.

Yet, despite my better judgment, a thought escapes my lips.

“Um…” I steal a glance at him, my heart racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage.

“What’s your favorite color?”

He halts abruptly, and I nearly collide with him, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.

Leon turns to face me, his movement precise—neither rushed nor leisurely, but undeniably sharp.

“What?” he barks, his voice slicing through the air like a whip.

I instinctively shrink back, feeling smaller than I already am. “Your favorite color… I just thought… I don’t know… It’s something people ask.”

His reaction is instantaneous, a flash of irritation igniting in his eyes. “You think you can talk to me casually?” he retorts, his tone rising, laden with indignation. “You think we’re going to sit around, painting nails and swapping secrets?”

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