The Girl He Craves

Meredith's pov

The young girl shuts the door behind Grant and me, leaving us in the presence of my father and Margo, who had been working here since I was young.

She beamed when she noticed me, her features lighting. "Meredith dear.’

She looked a bit peeved that she could not come over to me and had to remain positioned by father to nurse his wounds.

I looked at his wounds closely, smiling as I took a further step.

’Did Aiden do that to you?" I pointed at his nose and jaw. He looked like he had gotten punched relentlessly.

Father pushed Margo’s hand away from his lips. She had been dabbing a cloth on the split flesh.

’What do you think?’ He questioned, lounging back in his chair casually as though his face did not pain him. I didn’t miss the slight wince.

I grinned. I guess you deserve it, father. You are, after all, trying to ruin his life."

His grin widened. "I haven't tasted my own copper blood in years.” He licked his split lip. "I've missed the tang.”

I shook my head and walked over to the huge bookshelf. My fingers skim the backs and stopped on the huge book he used to read to me when I was younger.

He still had it.

I took it from the shelf, opening it to that page I knew was important. Grant leans over me protectively.

I smiled warmly at him, reassuring him with my eyes that my father would not hurt me.

He wasn't convinced.

’Grant, son. It's been a while. Sorry I hadn't seen you at first."

'Don't act like you like my presence here Sergio,’ Grant grunted, leaning against the shelf.

Father's eyes narrowed. "How has work been, still scrapping for money?"

the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He didn't understand

he

But now.

brushing my fingers over

to him, he's frozen. He

step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my fingers over his stubble jaw in

smile and the silence of my soul mirroring in

reluctantly let

who motioned for Margo

reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she smiled tenderly. 'It's good to see you,

and actually grew up here. Her mom had been working for

and I were friends

see you too

my shoulder. "I

Whatever we speak about,

Father's eyes narrowed.

one thing I got from this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn't like

his voice

on the desk, right before him while

done a number on

feel bad about it, I knew

whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him to see his

bony fingers reaching out

rare smile paints on his face and I feel relieved. The man still

can I forget?’ His watery smile made my heart

photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she

always a huge blur. It was because I

She

to leave, but we were not ready for her

selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she