“You need to rest,” Aiden prodded gently. She shot him a mutinous glare. “I need to figure out who handed two toddlers a venomous snake. Go. I’m good. I never sleep more than four hours a night as it is.” “What? How are you alive?” “Sheer force of will,” Calliope promised. Aiden snorted. “Don’t you need your beauty sleep?” Calliope put a hand under her chin and fluttered her lashes. “Oh, darling. Petty keeps me pretty.”
