Tyra's POV
Alaric's jacket was still hanging over the back of my vanity chair when I left my room, and I had to stop myself from touching it on my way out.
Four days had passed since that night on the balcony. I hadn't returned it, and he hadn't asked for it back.
Every night, I told myself I would give it to one of the omegas to take to his room in the morning, and every morning, I walked past it and pretended I hadn't fallen asleep breathing in woodsmoke and sandalwood.
I had spent most of those four days hiding in the library with my laptop and my grant files, sitting through one very long, very careful conversation with Lucius about my "episode," and avoiding both twins with a dedication that bordered on athletic.
But tonight, there was nowhere left to hide.
It was the grand ope
