Page 97 of Knot your Good Girl

“Was he a twin flame, Ivy?” I whisper, “Someone who I’ll always love but was not my forever?”

My cell vibrates against my thigh.

Is that it? Was Aiden there to help me find my alpha? Help me love again.

I pull my cell from my pocket and glance at the screen.

Mom

Dad pulled some strings and you’ve got an interview at the Los Angeles Raiders.

As I let out a sigh, I tilt my head upward to take in the sight of the impeccably clear blue sky.

As a Marketing Executive.

Despite the sadness, I find the strength to wipe away my tears and replace them with a smile. This job is absolutely perfect for me, and I know my parents are desperate for me to remain in Los Angeles.

I type out a message.

When is the interview?

Deep down, I know that if my dad is part of the equation, then I can confidently say that I have secured the job. And for once, I will not fight it.

With my cell phone safely stowed in my pocket, I find myself instinctively stroking the cool, polished marble and fixating on the name of my identical sibling.

I can hardly see because of the tears coating my eyes again.

I place the petite arrangement of cherry blossom flowers, plucked as I strolled to her grave, at the bottom of the tombstone. “I’m moving back to LA for good and I can visit you more often.”

I gather a bit of strength as I forcefully swallow and hold the silver pendant that hangs from my neck. “But first we’re going on a journey.” I chuckle, glancing up at Toby, who is still engrossed in his cell, and whisper, “And I bet Mom and Dad are going to freak out.”

But you’ll love it.

Chapter 29

Aiden

“Ihaven’tfoundheryet, but...”

Flinging my office door open and slamming it closed once I stride inside, I throw my coffee cup against the wall. Hearing the shattering noise as I witness the hot liquid spilling out and spreading on the floor.

“I’m paying you a lot of money to find her. Now fucking find her.”

“We’re doing our best, Mr. Ramsay.”

“Are you?” I step back and rest my head against the wooden door, squeezing my eyes shut to try to calm myself down.

But it’s no use.

I’m more chewed up as each day passes. The last memory of her leaving me to retreat to her bedroom is still etched in my brain. If I’d have known, I would’ve kept her talking until we thrashed out everything that night. But her emotions were intensifying, and it was apparent she needed a rest.

The moment I knew she left me, I went to her apartment, giving her landlord more money to be let in.

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