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

from him.

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

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

when she first visited the Alvarez family.

constantly hoping, constantly waiting for her parents to return and take her home.

–

to,

didn’t, that the cold, rotting corpses below the two headstones in front of her were her

home after all.

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

you to be anything but a waste

asked fate to have me indebted

sat down on the ground in a daze. She was unable to speak through her tears, and she hardly understood

longer had a home, that the home she’d been dreaming of, her parents-they were all gone.

shattered in the swirling ashes

had completely calmed down as she cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a pair of arms clasped around

stilled, turning to look at her.

his face intently, as if she yearned to carve his appearance into her

her to remember who

effort allowed her to place this man’s identity in the cavernous space of her mind.

dropped helplessly. “Who-” she signed, “Who

upon beholding her fingers

am I? That’s for you to find out.”

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 hair

his previous words desperately.

said something about being

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

her brother, who was 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

information from the agonizing assault of her own mind, but… nothing. There was nothing in her mind-nothing but endless, persistent blankness.

course, her memories with

grabbed

wanted to know who he was-she needed to know how

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