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.

narrowed. “How has work

Father always blamed Grant for me

love was

more power.

before he

But now.

at the photo, brushing my fingers over her

approved of this

my gaze back to him, he’s

stops me. I looked

to brush my fingers over his

smile and the silence of my

sighed and reluctantly

who motioned for

reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me

good to see

Margo was

working for my grandparents and then my

she passed away.

So Margo and I were friends before

good to see you

looked at Grant over my

my daughter in

family. Whatever we

Father’s eyes narrowed.

man, and it

up easily.

his voice casting

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

done a

bad about it, I knew he deserved

I whispered, keeping my eyes focused on

bony fingers reaching out for the

paints on his face and

the

I forget?’ His

at with tears brimming in

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

one last family

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

them seeing as they were so

A couple of days after that photo was taken,

smile on her face

happy to leave, but we were not

us, she suffered through