"Ghost," Laurent said, shutting the door and locking it again.

He went to fetch a book, as promised, selecting one that he liked, but not so much that he would have a problem if his captive decided to destroy it. He left it on the ledge where he'd left the tray earlier, and returned to the little room where he could watch. He curled up, hugging his knees to his chest and watching his young man. He wanted to be able to touch him, to speak to him, but Laurent couldn't cope with that. Just watching him from this close was more than anything he'd done before. A person knew about him. They'd exchanged words. And now this was his person, and he was going to keep him forever.