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.

has work been, still scrapping

stiffen. Father always blamed Grant for

love was far greater than a simple

more power.

Perhaps before he

But now.

brushing my fingers

approved of this

I cast my gaze back to him, he’s

took a step forward but Grant stops me.

my fingers

the

and

stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to

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

tenderly. ‘It’s good to see

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

mom had been working

she passed away.

Margo and I were friends

“It’s good to see you

father looked at Grant over

my daughter in

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

Father’s eyes narrowed.

got from this man, and it

up easily.

“Fine.’ He muttered, his

right before him while looking into his swollen

done a

I feel bad about it, I knew he deserved

my eyes focused on him to

He stiffened, his bony fingers reaching

smile paints on his face and I

all the way cold

forget?’ His watery smile made my

at with tears brimming in his eyes is the last family

had been awfully sick here

one last

days

was trying to forget them seeing

photo was taken, mom died. She died happy though,

smile on her

She had been happy to leave, but we were not ready for her

us, she suffered through the pain