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

Father always blamed Grant for

that love was far greater

more power.

before he

But now.

photo, brushing my fingers

approved of

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

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

brush my fingers over his stubble jaw in

smile and the silence of my

and reluctantly

toward father who motioned for Margo to get out

reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed

good to

nod, smiling at her warmly. Margo was a few

had been working for my grandparents and

she passed away.

Margo and I

good to

Grant over my shoulder. “I would like to

daughter in

eyes narrowed. ’He’s family. Whatever

Father’s eyes narrowed.

from this man,

up easily.

He muttered, his voice casting with

the desk, right

done a number

about it,

this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes focused

fingers

smile paints on his face and I feel relieved. The man still

the way cold to the

His

with tears brimming in his

with mom. She had been awfully sick here

last

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

seeing

days after that photo was taken,

on her face one

but we were not ready for her

was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for