Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 52

**Hollow Walls**

**Aurora’s POV**

After sharing a surprisingly delightful breakfast with Jace—an experience I never anticipated would bring me such warmth—I found myself wandering the hallways, my thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. The walls around me felt as if they were inching closer, squeezing the air from my lungs, and the thought of retreating to my room was almost overwhelming. Leon had ventured off to his friend’s house for the entire day, leaving behind a promise that he would return to spend time with me. Yet, that promise seemed like a distant star, flickering far beyond my reach. I settled into the cozy window seat tucked neatly in the far corner of the east wing, a spot that seemed to exist in a world of its own, often overlooked by others. I couldn’t help but ponder why this corner felt so deserted. A soft blanket was draped over my legs, its warmth a small comfort against the chill of my solitude.

I clung desperately to the serenity I had felt just moments before when Jace had smiled at me. His expression had conveyed something profound: that I wasn’t merely an inconvenience in his life. That brief moment of connection felt like a delicate thread, and I was terrified of it fraying and slipping away from my grasp.

Suddenly, an unsettling awareness prickled at the back of my neck, causing my heart to race. I turned slowly from the window, a sense of dread washing over me as I caught sight of Nico standing at the end of the hall. Just a glimpse, yet it felt like an eternity stretched between us. His gaze was intense, penetrating, as if I were an unsightly stain on an otherwise immaculate floor. He didn’t speak; he merely continued his stride down the corridor, but that look lingered in the air, heavy and foreboding, like a storm cloud about to unleash its fury.

A wave of unease washed over me. I could feel an unspoken tension brewing just beyond my reach, an anticipation that hung thick in the atmosphere, leaving me frozen in place, waiting for the inevitable to unfold.

Then, a creak echoed ominously from somewhere down the hallway, causing my heart to leap into my throat. Instinctively, I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, my fingers gripping the fabric as if it were a lifeline thrown to me in turbulent waters. I held my breath, straining to hear any signs of movement, my senses heightened and alert.

But the silence stretched on, unbroken and oppressive.

After what felt like an eternity, I exhaled slowly, attempting to calm the tempest raging within me. I tried to focus on the words printed on the page before me, but they swam and blurred together, my thoughts continuously drifting back to Jace.

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