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-

She turned to Seth, hoping to attain the truth

from him.

dratted candles calmly, entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have

seemed to have been drained, her body

when she first visited the Alvarez

hoping, constantly waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She had thought that they would find her again. One day she told herself. One day,

a home to return to, that the people she loved were waiting for

that the cold, rotting corpses below

had no home after

to remember this yourself. I wanted to see the regret on your face, to see 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 things faster than you

left for you to be anything but a

fate to have me indebted to you

She was unable to speak

was that she no longer had a home, that the

the

He rearranged the candles once more when a pair of arms clasped

to

gazed at his face intently, as if she yearned to carve his

it took for her to

her to place this man’s

dropped helplessly. “Who-” she signed,

fingers that’d long frozen stiff was more

That’s for you to

deeply at his profile, but only his lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the curtain of hair that

his previous words desperately.

said something about being indebted to the Vances.

couldn’t be her

wasn’t her brother, who was

mind for 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 she clutched her hair and leafed through the remains of her mind, all she unearthed was

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

course, her memories with

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

to know who he was-she needed to know how they were

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