Page 9 of Triumphant Kings

“That depends,” he says.

“Well, that sounds very reassuring,” I say sarcastically as I put him on speaker.

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything will be figured out. I’m sure this is all a mistake anyways.”

“The only mistake is you!” yells a voice from the other end.

“Who is that?” I frown, pulling a pair of jeans on.

“A pain in the ass,” Collin grumbles. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

The call ends, and I’m left standing there with so much damn confusion.

Once I’m done getting dressed, I grab my phone and head down to my car. A part of me thinks I should let the others know where I’m going, but I didn’t see anyone up when I came down, so I’ll worry about it later.

As soon as I pull up to Collin’s, nerves hit me. This has to be something to do with getting married, right? What else would be so important that I have to come over right away?

Why couldn’t he tell me what it was over the phone?

He said it wasn’t about his dad, but maybe someone else has an issue?

I mean, of course, a lot of people will, I’d be surprised if they didn’t. But who’s important enough for him to care?

Fuck. His mother? My mom took it a hell of a lot better than I thought she would, but I didn’t even think about how Carol would take it.

Only one way to find out now. Needing to know what’s going on before this anxiety eats at me alive, I get out of the car and head inside Collin’s place.

I don’t bother knocking.

Do I even need to? Isn’t this technically my house, too?

Shit, I didn’t even think about that. Or any of the finer details that come along with this very big life decision we’ve made.

Fucking hell, Sadie, what did you get yourself into?

The sound of harsh conversation snaps me out of my own thoughts. With my brows furrowed, I head towards the door slowly. Who’s in there with him?

Is it whoever he was arguing with when he called me? I still have no idea who that was. This whole thing is fucking weird.

Not bothering to knock on Collin’s office door, I push it open.

“Ahh, hello?”

Three heads turn my way.

Two I know. Collin is sitting at his desk, in a black t-shirt and messy hair, telling me he either hasn’t been up for too long, or he hasn’t gotten any sleep at all.

The other man is someone I’ve met before, but I’m not too familiar with him.

“I thought you said it wasn’t about your father?” I ask, stepping into the room as I glance toward his lawyer.

“It’s not,” Preston grunts from where he’s sitting, arms crossed and a moody as fuck look on his face. Nothing new there.

I hold his eyes, my heart racing. I want to go over to him, to step between his legs and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. But I don’t know where we stand right now.

Does he hate me? Did this push him too far, and he’s going to walk away? What would that mean for him and Declan?

“Then who is it about?” I ask, then blink away the brain fog. “Also, how long have you been here? I thought you were at Grayson’s house?”