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

he understood

But now.

down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her face. "She

to

step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand

reassured him with a smile and the silence of my

and reluctantly let me

continued my stroll toward father who motioned

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

up here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents and then

I were friends before I

to see you

shoulder. "I would like to speak to my daughter

family. Whatever we speak about, he will be

Father's eyes narrowed.

and it

his

the desk, right before him

done a number on

about it, I

whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him to see

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out

feel relieved. The man still had some humanity and wasn't all

can I forget?’ His watery smile made

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

It was because I

died. She died happy though,

to leave, but we

us, she suffered through the pain