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

Grant for me ending

understand that love was far greater than

more power.

Perhaps before he understood

But now.

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

approved of this

I cast my gaze back to him, he’s frozen.

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

my hand to brush my fingers over

him with a smile and the silence of my soul mirroring in my

sighed and reluctantly

motioned for Margo to get out

looks at him reluctantly and nods.

‘It’s good to

I nod, smiling at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than me

had been working for my grandparents

she passed away.

Margo and I were friends before I

to see

When she leaves, father looked at Grant over my shoulder.

my daughter

family. Whatever we speak about,

Father’s eyes narrowed.

got from this man, and it was stubbornness.

up easily.

his voice casting with

desk, right before him while

Aiden had done a number on

feel bad about

eyes focused on him to see

He stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out for the

face and

wasn’t all the way cold to

His watery smile

brimming in his eyes is the last

She had been awfully sick here but she was the one

last family

Those days were

trying to forget them seeing as

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

smile on her face one last

leave, but we were not ready for her to

through