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 to attain

from him.

flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from the flames stung her eyes,

she possessed seemed to have been drained, her

five when she first visited the

and take her home. She had thought that they would

–

thought she still had a home to return to, that the people

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

had no home

you to remember this yourself. I wanted to see the regret on your face, to see you pay for the years of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be

to be

me indebted

unable to

home, that the

in the

He rearranged the

to look

she yearned to carve

what it took for her to remember who he was.

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

helplessly. “Who-” she signed, “Who are

that graced his face upon beholding her fingers that’d

That’s for you to find out.”

refusal to answer her question fueled her distress. 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

previous

said something about being indebted to the

them, then he couldn’t

he wasn’t her brother, who was he?

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 the remains of her mind, all

of

of course, her

through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once

wanted to know who he was-she needed to know

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