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 to Seth, hoping

from him.

yet, he was 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 stung her

possessed seemed to have been drained,

had been five when she first visited the

take her home. She had thought that they would find her again. One day she told herself. One day, she would

–

home to return to, that the people she loved

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

had no home after

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

no hope left for you to be anything but a

have me indebted

in a daze. She was unable to speak

a home, that the home she’d been dreaming of,

hopes and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from

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

to

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

was what it took for her to remember

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

she signed, “Who are you?”

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

am I? That’s for

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

his previous words

something about being

then he couldn’t be her brother,

if he wasn’t her brother, who was he?

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

inkling of information from the agonizing assault of her own

course, her memories with Lewis.

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

he was-she needed

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