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-

within her mind. She turned to

from him.

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

to have been drained, her

when she first visited

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, she would be home once

–

to return to, that the people she loved were waiting for her there.

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

home after

of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be nice to be you. Not only do you

no hope left for you to be

fate to have me indebted to you

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

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

have her hopes and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the candles was

completely calmed down as she cried. He rearranged the candles

to

intently, as if she yearned to carve his appearance

for her to remember who he

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

“Who-” she signed, “Who are you?”

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

am I? That’s for you

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 that fell over his

his previous words desperately.

being indebted to the

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

wasn’t her brother, who was

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

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

of course, her memories with Lewis.

through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once

who he was-she needed to know how they were

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