Jayden confronted his parents in the flashy decorated sitting room of their mansion. Over them, the crystal chandelier above shone in a warm glow; but the storm brewing in the middle of the gathering was colder than ice, the air around them was very cold. The image of his parents and that of Ariel's had been all he had held since he got here. Between his parents, his eyes moved back and forth in search of a truth for it all.

"Who are they?" his voice returned firm but low.

"It"His mother's eyes went back to the photo, her face paling. His father's jaw tightened, and he rocked back in...