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-

her mind. She turned

from him.

firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from the flames stung

to have been

been five when she first visited the

but she did remember constantly hoping, constantly waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She had thought that they would

–

home to return to, that the people

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

home after

your face, to see you pay for the years of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be

no hope left for you to be anything but a waste

have me

was unable to speak through her tears, and she hardly

she no longer had a home, that the home she’d been

her hopes and dreams shattered in the

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

to look at her.

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

her to

effort allowed her to place this man’s identity in the cavernous

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

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

I? That’s for you to find out.”

only his lips and the tip of his

recalled his previous words

something about being indebted to the

he couldn’t be her brother, could he?

wasn’t her brother, who was

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

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

course, her memories with

through the pain and grabbed

who he was-she needed to

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