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 greater than a

he

But now.

fingers over her face. "She

back to him, he's

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

the silence of my

and reluctantly

my stroll toward father who motioned for

at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she smiled

at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than me and actually grew up here. Her mom

were friends before

good to see

over my shoulder. "I would like to

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

Father's eyes narrowed.

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

his voice

desk, right before him

a

about it, I knew he

this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes

his bony fingers

his face and I feel relieved. The man still had some humanity and wasn't all the

His watery smile made my heart

photo we took with

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

died. She died

leave, but we were not

through the pain for years. And