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“You’re not going to focus well tomorrow if you don’t go to bed now.”
“Is that a prediction?” She didn’t look up from her notes.
“An educated guess.” Apollo pressed a kiss to her head, “Come on, it’s one am.”
“Late enough for you to come down from your parties on Olympus to bother me to sleep?”
“Please, the best parties haven’t even started on Olympus.” He closed the notebook for her, and started shepherding her out of the room. He took the glasses off her nose and snapped his fingers so she was instantly in her pyjamas. “Sleep, Meg.”