Engaged to a Ghost [boyxboy]

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

(Richard's POV)

It's been a couple hours since I found Donovan in the storage closet. I carried him through the thick crowd, who parted quickly to let us through before I banished them to hell or something.

I probably would have too, if they got in my way.

I didn't see that boy who hurt my baby sadly, but it's not like he can leave the castle and I'm more concerned about the well being of Donovan right now.

Vengeance shall come another day.

I swear it.

I had laid him down in my bed and covered him up with all my plush blankets just in case the dead crowd made him cold.

I'm still getting used to him being a living and breathing creature.

Seeing him laying in my bed (and not chained up) brought so many mixed feelings that I had to pace around the opposite side of the room; away from where he's facing, so I wouldn't disturb him for now.

He hasn't said a word or moved from where I placed him and it's starting to worry me a lot. I wish he would move, make a sound, or even breathe loud! Just something for me to hear and know he isn't laying there dead.

Even though I can sense death and I know he obviously isn't dead, I'm still paranoid.

What if my abilities are weakening and he's laying lifeless?! I'd have to beg my father to bring him back just like me and I can almost guarantee he'd say no.

He said no to Edward, but those were his wishes anyway.

I start pacing faster around my room, ready to pull my long hair out and scream because this is driving me crazy!

"Stop or you'll wear a hole in the floor." A soft voice carries over the muffling of 15 layers of velvet and silk blankets. If I had a heart beat, I'm sure it would skip and speed up with delight.

I can't help the huge smile that spreads across my face as I run over to his side, excitement filling the pit of my stomach as I get closer.

Yes, I know I have feelings and no, I'm not going to deny them because Donovan makes me feel a lot of things. I just can't define some of them yet.

As he slowly sits up, his beautiful black hair sticks up in every direction and his emerald green eyes shine from all the tears. My heart sinks a little, but I keep smiling as I pull him into a tight hug, earning a surprise gasp from him, but nothing else. He feels so frail in my arms; I just draw him closer. I'm not mad he isn't hugging me back; I'm sure he will when he's ready.

Unlike my father, I don't like forcing people into feeling certain ways. Sure, I'll force Donovan to go places with me and whatnot, but I wouldn't chain him up until he submits and does whatever I say. I want him to get a feel for me all on his own, I just hope someday he cares about me as much as I care for him.

I'm so lost in thought that I don't hear him at first, but when he starts coughing, I quickly let go of him with a sheepish grin; I hadn't realized I was squeezing him too hard.