Atia threw his hands up and stalked off. "I'm out of here. I know already how this is going to go and I don't want to stick around to hear my parents making love."
Nova's mouth flopped open. "Atia!"
"What?" Atia smirked, his eyes twinkling as he made it to the latch in the rooftop of his treehouse. He paused before it. "Don't act like you won't."
"First of all… I am serious about this," Nova stated, then rolled her eyes at the look Atia gave her. "And how are we your parents? I'm pretty sure you're older than me."
"He isn't." Atia shrugged.
"You call him brother?" Nova reminded him, not that it mattered that much.
Yoa narrowed his eyes at both of them. Atia sensed his possessiveness kicking up a notch again, didn't respond and hopped into the latch, and disappearing to his rooms below.