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-

arose within her mind. She turned to Seth,

from him.

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

strength she possessed seemed to have been drained, her body

when she first

did remember constantly hoping, constantly waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She had

–

a home to return to, that

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

home

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,

you to be anything but a

asked fate to have me indebted to

a daze. She was unable to speak through her tears, and she hardly understood

had a home, that the

dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the

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

stilled, turning to

yearned to carve his appearance into her bones, if

was what it took for her

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

“Who-” she signed, “Who are you?”

her fingers that’d long frozen stiff was more ice

I? That’s for you to

and

previous words

something about being

them, then he couldn’t be

wasn’t her brother, who was

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 own mind, but… nothing. There

course, her memories

and grabbed Seth’s arm once more. Her eyes were pleading.

to know who he was-she needed to know how they were

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