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?"

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

he

But now.

fingers over her face. "She

to him,

up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my fingers over his

and the

sighed and reluctantly

who motioned for

and nods. When she walks passed me

her warmly. Margo was a few years older than me and actually grew up here. Her mom had been working for

and I were

see you too

looked at Grant over my shoulder. "I would like to speak to my

’He’s family. Whatever we

Father's eyes narrowed.

this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn't like to give

his voice

photo on the desk, right before him while looking

done a number

it,

my eyes focused on him to see

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out

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

forget?’ His watery smile made

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

about twelve here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It was because I was trying to forget them seeing

She died happy though,

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

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