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

stiffen. Father always blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage with

was

more power.

before he understood

But now.

photo, brushing my fingers over

approved of

gaze back to

me. I

hand to brush my fingers over his stubble

him with a smile and the silence of my

He sighed and reluctantly let

toward father who motioned for Margo to get

looks at him reluctantly and nods. When she

tenderly. ‘It’s good to see you,

her warmly. Margo was a few

been working for my grandparents and then my

she passed away.

So Margo and I were friends before

“It’s good to see you too

Grant over my shoulder. “I would like to

daughter

Whatever we speak about,

Father’s eyes narrowed.

I got from this man, and it

up easily.

He muttered, his voice casting with

I placed the photo on the desk, right before him while

Aiden had done

Though I feel bad about it, I knew

eyes focused on him

He stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out for the

paints on his face and I feel

all the way cold to the

I forget?’ His watery smile made

The photo he’s staring at with tears brimming in his

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

last

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

trying to forget them seeing as they

couple of days after that photo was taken, mom died. She died

her

happy to leave, but we were not ready for

suffered through the pain for years. And she didn’t want