What Separates Me and You

Chapter 337

Chapter 337 Let This Be Your Punishment

Lewis did not react. His stance remained firm, unblinking.

Josephine, on the other hand, was greatly panicked. She rushed forward and grabbed Seth’s forearm, shaking her head frantically.

Her franticness coaxed a sneer from him, his bone-deep resentment awakened by her concern for that man’s safety.

“What did you find?” Lewis asked suddenly.

Seth’s gaze was cool. “Why should I tell you?”

Lewis raised his arm, pushing his dagger away. “It’s getting late. Let’s finish up here.”

Dissatisfaction coated Seth’s every move, even as he sheathed his dagger angrily. He yanked Josephine toward him, pushing her in front of the tombstone.

Josephine staggered all the way to where Seth wanted her, the photographs stark in her vision. Compared to the foreignness she had felt earlier, an indescribable emotion she couldn’t quite identify seized her.

Her chest felt unusually tight.

Lewis watched their silhouettes silently, turning to walk away.

He found an abandoned pavilion and leaned against its pillar, igniting a cigarette as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Seth knelt in front of the tombstone and gestured for Josephine to come closer.

“Kneel here,” he said in a low voice as he lit a few candles.

Josephine frowned, confusion marring her features.

Seth, however, was entirely preoccupied with the task at hand.

“Can’t you read?” he said distractedly.

It was then that she turned her attention to the inscriptions carved on the headstones. Joseph and Elizabeth Vance, it read.

Vance-

Her eyes widened abruptly, and she leaned closer to examine the man’s photograph. Vaguely, she thought she felt a familiar sense of recognition between those brows.

Her breath quickened.

Could it be-

Could he be-

mind. She turned to Seth, hoping to

from him.

candles calmly, entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from

all the strength she possessed seemed to have been drained, her body crumbling weakly

when she first visited the

waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She

–

she still had a home to return to,

cold, rotting corpses below the two headstones in front of her

home

you pay for the years of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be nice to be you. Not only do you never seem to remember anything, but you also forget

for you to be anything but a waste of

to have me indebted to you Vances.”

a daze. She was unable to speak through her tears, and she hardly understood

a home, that

her hopes and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the

down as she cried. He rearranged the candles once

to look at her.

intently, as if she yearned

took for her to remember who he

effort allowed her to place this man’s

“Who-” she signed, “Who are

graced his face upon beholding her fingers that’d long frozen

That’s for you to find

but only his lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through

his previous

something about being indebted

owed them, then he couldn’t be her brother, could

her brother, who was

anything-anything at all-to clue her in to this man’s. identity and who he was to her. But even as her head throbbed incessantly, even as

agonizing assault of her own mind, but… nothing. There was nothing in her

of course, her memories with Lewis.

her teeth through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once more. Her

needed to know how

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