Later, Apollo was holding Cassandra in his arms, his fingertips absently brushing along her arm as he examined the ceiling. Third time's the charm--he'd heard the expression recently. While he didn't know what made the third time any more magical than the first two, he couldn't help thinking now that the expression didn't seem to be entirely false.

He glanced down at Cassandra, but her hair was shielding her face. "Are you awake?" he whispered softly.