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-

She turned to Seth, hoping to attain the

from him.

entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended

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

when she first visited the

waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She had thought that they would find her again. One

–

always thought she still had a home to return to, that the people

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

had no home

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

There’s no hope left for you to be anything but a waste of

to have me indebted to you

sat down on the ground in a daze. She was unable to speak through her

she no longer had a home, that the home

and dreams shattered in the

calmed down as she cried. He rearranged the candles

turning to

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

was what it took for her

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

arms dropped helplessly. “Who-” she signed, “Who are you?”

resulting smile that graced his face upon beholding her fingers that’d

for

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

recalled his previous words

something about being indebted to the

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

he wasn’t her

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

glean even the slightest inkling of information from the agonizing assault of her own mind, but… nothing. There was nothing

course, her

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

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

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