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 her eyes, but she

seemed to have been drained, her body crumbling weakly

been five when she first

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

–

always thought she still had a home to return to, that the people she loved were waiting

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

had no home after all.

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 you also forget

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

me indebted

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

had a home, that the home she’d been dreaming of, her parents-they

and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the

the candles once more when a

stilled, turning to

if she yearned to carve his appearance into her

for her to

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

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

fingers that’d long frozen stiff was more ice than

am I? That’s for you to

and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the

his previous words

said something about being indebted to the Vances.

he couldn’t be

wasn’t her brother, who

her 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

really did-to glean even the slightest inkling of information from the agonizing assault of her own mind, but… nothing. There was nothing

her memories with

the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm

was-she needed to know how

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