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-

terrifying suspicion arose within her mind. She turned to Seth, hoping to attain

from him.

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

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

when she first visited the Alvarez

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

–

to, that the people she loved were waiting

didn’t, that the cold, rotting corpses below the

no home after

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

hope left for you to be anything but a waste of space.

have me indebted to

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

that the home she’d been dreaming of,

and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the candles

she cried. He rearranged the candles once more when

stilled, turning to look

at his face intently, as if she yearned

for her to remember

amount of time nor effort allowed her to place this man’s identity in

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

fingers that’d

I? That’s for you to find out.”

but only his lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the curtain of hair that fell

his previous words

something about being indebted to the Vances.

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

her

as her head throbbed incessantly, even as she clutched her hair and leafed through the

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

of course, her memories with

and grabbed Seth’s arm

know who he was-she needed to know

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