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?"

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

he

But now.

over her face. "She wouldn't have approved

to him, he's

up into his concerned eyes and lift

the silence of my soul mirroring in my

reluctantly let me

who motioned for Margo to

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

than me and actually grew up here. Her mom had

and I were

good to see

shoulder. "I would like

we speak about, he will

Father's eyes narrowed.

and it was stubbornness. We didn't like to

his voice casting

the photo on the desk, right before him while looking into

done a

bad about it, I

whispered, keeping my eyes

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out for

rare smile paints on his face and I feel relieved. The man

I forget?’ His watery smile made my

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

think. Those days were always a huge blur. It was because

of days after that photo was taken, mom died. She died happy though, with

to leave, but we were not ready

was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she