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

Grant for me ending

was far greater than a simple

more power.

Perhaps before he understood

But now.

the photo, brushing my fingers over her face.

of this

gaze back to him, he’s frozen. He

me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and

my fingers

smile and the silence of my soul mirroring in

and reluctantly let me

my stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to get out of

him reluctantly and nods.

‘It’s good

smiling at her warmly. Margo was a

been working for my grandparents and then

she passed away.

I were friends

to see you too

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

my daughter in private

’He’s family. Whatever we speak about,

Father’s eyes narrowed.

this man, and it

up easily.

his voice

desk, right before him while

had done

feel bad about it, I knew

my eyes focused on him to see his

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out for the

rare smile paints on his face and I feel relieved. The

and wasn’t all the way

’How can I forget?’ His watery smile made

he’s staring at with tears brimming in his eyes is

had been awfully sick here but she was the one who prodded

one last family

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

them seeing as

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

smile on her face one

to leave, but we were not ready for her to

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