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?"

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He didn't understand that love was far

he understood

But now.

brushing my fingers over her face. "She wouldn't have

to him, he's frozen. He heard

looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my

reassured him with a smile and the silence

and reluctantly let me

stroll toward father who motioned

looks at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she smiled tenderly. 'It's good to

few years older than me and actually grew up here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents

were friends before

good to see you too

at Grant over my shoulder. "I would like

eyes narrowed. ’He’s family. Whatever we speak about, he

Father's eyes narrowed.

I got from this man, and it was

muttered, his voice casting with

on the desk, right before him while looking into his

had done a number

I feel bad about it,

this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes focused on

bony fingers reaching out for the

feel relieved. The man still had some humanity

I forget?’ His watery

took with mom. She

was because I was trying to forget them seeing as they were so painful to

died. She died happy though, with a smile on

had been happy to leave, but we were not ready for her to

suffered through the pain for years. And she didn't want to fight