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“No, I’m their best friend. They can't have another boy as a best friend,” Valarian growls, startling me.
“I thought you said Casey was annoying?” I laugh.
“She is, and she is messy, so is Taylor,” Valarian states. “Can I have two mates?”
I laugh, turning to my father. “Have fun,” I laugh, ditching him with the awkward questions.
“But–” my father complains, looking like he also wants to bail out with me. Sucker!
“I’ll bring you back some coffee,” I tell him, laughing as I duck out of the room.
Heading to the cafeteria, I order something to eat, grabbing something for Valarian and my father too. After waiting for my order, my name gets called and I go to the counter to retrieve the bag and cup tray. Turning around, I sigh when I see John and Ava looking out of place in my pack hospital.
ChapterSeventy-Six
Valen
Pressing my lips into a line, I walk over to them where they stand harassing the receptionist.
“Why are you on my territory?” I snap at John, and he turns his attention away from the girl behind the counter, looking relieved.
“Your doctors won't answer my questions, and one hung up on my wife,” John says, pointing an accusing finger at me.
“Your point being?”
“She is our fucking daughter,” he snarls.
“What, now she’s your daughter? Because you had no issues disowning her for five years,” I snap at him, and he glares at me. Seeing him here when his daughter is on the verge of death pisses me off. He has no idea what she’s been through. None of us do.
“Leave!” I tell him, unable to contain my anger.
Ava grips my arm and I pull mine away.
“Please,” she says, and I look at her. I know Everly doesn't have issues with her sister—she’s hurt, perhaps, by the fact she never continued their relationship, but she doesn't blame Ava. Her father, however, she has washed her hands of, after what he did.
“You can come to see her.Youremain here,” I tell her father, who growls before Ava looks up at him.
“Please, Dad.”
He sighs. I raise an eyebrow at him to see if he’ll challenge me on this, but he nods to her, and I tell her the room number before she starts to head for the stairs.
“Give this to my father and son,” I tell her, giving her the paper bag and one coffee. She nods quickly, taking it and making her way up to see her sister.
I sip my coffee, and John stalks off to the cafeteria to order his own. A minute later, I receive a text from my father asking if it’s alright that Ava just got there or if he should make her leave. I reply that it’s fine and that I’ll be back up soon before hanging up and placing my phone in my pocket.
“I'm not here looking for trouble, Valen,” John says when I come up behind him.
“Good because if you are, you just found it,” I tell him. He glares at the barista, who rushes around quickly, making his coffee.
“Why are you here?” I ask him.
“She is my daughter.”
“Bullshit. You didn't care that she was your daughter when she got pregnant with my son,” I tell him, pulling a chair out at a nearby table. The barista hands him his coffee, and he pulls out the other chair. The entire cafeteria falls silent, and I look around to find it empty except for the barista, who stood staring wide-eyed at us, sitting at a table together.
“Tell me the real reason, or leave. I will drop Ava back at your borders later; who let you cross?” I ask him.
“Nobody. I just drove in. You dropped your border patrols, remember? For the rogues,” he says. I had forgotten entirely. I nod, sipping my coffee and sitting back in my chair. I can tell he’s uncomfortable.
