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?"

with the Muralo's. He didn't understand that love was far greater than a simple agreement for

he

But now.

over her

cast my gaze back to him, he's

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

reassured him with a smile and the silence of my soul mirroring

reluctantly let

continued my stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to get

walks passed me she smiled tenderly. 'It's good to see

smiling at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than me and actually grew up here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents and then my father before she

Margo and I were

good to see

"I

narrowed. ’He’s family. Whatever we speak

Father's eyes narrowed.

it was stubbornness. We didn't like to give

his

desk, right

done a

it, I knew he deserved

eyes focused on him to see his

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out

feel relieved. The man still

I forget?’ His watery

tears brimming in his eyes is the last family photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was the one

huge blur. It was because I

that photo was taken, mom died. She died

happy to leave, but we were not

of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she didn't want