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-

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

from him.

in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from the flames stung her eyes, but she did not look

been drained, her body crumbling weakly

had been five when she first visited the Alvarez

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

–

to return to, that

was telling her that she didn’t, that the cold, rotting corpses below the

home after

on 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

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

fate to have me

unable to speak through

that the home she’d been

shattered in the swirling ashes from the candles

she cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a pair of arms clasped around his wrist.

stilled, turning to look

yearned to carve his appearance into her bones,

took for her to remember who

yet, no amount of time nor effort allowed her to place this man’s

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

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

I? That’s for

lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the curtain of hair

previous words desperately.

something about being indebted to the

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

he wasn’t her brother,

and who he was to her. But even as her head throbbed incessantly, even as she clutched her hair and leafed

the slightest inkling of information from the agonizing assault of her own

of course, her memories with Lewis.

her teeth through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once more. Her eyes were

was-she needed to know

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