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

from him.

was still lighting those dratted candles calmly, entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from the flames stung

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

when she

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

–

home to return to, that the people she

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

home after all.

of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be nice to

for you to be anything but a waste of space.

fate to have me

in a daze. She was unable to speak

longer had a home, that

have her hopes and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes

as she cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a

stilled, turning to

intently, as if she yearned to carve

for her to

of time nor effort allowed her to place this man’s identity in the cavernous space of

she signed, “Who are you?”

that graced his face upon beholding her fingers that’d long frozen stiff was more ice than warmth.

I? That’s for you to find

only his lips and the

previous words

about being indebted to

he owed them, then he couldn’t be her

her

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 mind, all she unearthed was a turmoil

of her own mind, but… nothing. There

her memories with Lewis.

through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once more. Her eyes were pleading.

to know who he was-she needed to

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