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-

terrifying suspicion arose within her mind. She turned to Seth, hoping to attain

from him.

on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from the flames stung her eyes, but she did not look

she possessed seemed to have been

when she first visited

return and take her home. She had thought that they would find her again. One day

–

return to, that the

telling her that she didn’t, that the cold, rotting corpses below

no home after all.

to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be nice to be you. Not only do

to be anything but a

me

unable to speak through her tears, and she hardly understood his words.

longer had a home, that the

have her hopes and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the candles was

cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a pair

stilled, turning to

intently, as if she yearned to carve

for her

to place this man’s identity

arms dropped helplessly. “Who-” she

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

I? That’s for you to find

refusal to answer her question fueled her distress. Josephine stared deeply at his profile, but only his lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the curtain of

recalled his previous words

said something about being indebted to

then he couldn’t be

wasn’t her brother, who

to this man’s. identity and who he was to her. But even as her head throbbed incessantly, even as she clutched her hair and leafed through the remains

of her own mind, but… nothing. There was

course, her

through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once

he was-she needed to know how they were related.

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