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.

“How has

for me ending

didn’t understand that love was far greater than a simple agreement

more power.

before he

But now.

brushing my fingers over her face.

of this

gaze back to him,

I took a step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes

fingers over

and the silence of my soul mirroring in my

sighed and reluctantly let me

I continued my stroll toward father who motioned for Margo

at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me

good to

smiling at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than me and

been working

she passed away.

So Margo and I

“It’s good to see you too

Grant over my shoulder. “I would like

daughter

My eyes narrowed. ’He’s family. Whatever we

Father’s eyes narrowed.

from this man, and it

up easily.

his voice

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

done a number

bad about it, I knew he

‘Remember this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching

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

wasn’t all the

can I forget?’ His watery smile

with tears brimming in his eyes is the last family photo

with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was the

last family

about twelve here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It was

was trying to forget them seeing as

A couple of days after that photo was taken, mom

her face one last

happy to leave, but we were not ready for

It was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she didn’t