"Vanessa." He turned to her. No, she wasn't the sister he longed to see. But Scarlett was dead. He went through a phase, hating Vanessa because she'd allowed Scarlett to sacrifice herself, because she'd lived while Scarlett died. He'd tried to kill her. She'd handed his ass back to him. It was their version of a kiss and make up.
He'd never forget, never fully forgive. But he could move past it. Even with the ache settled in his heart. He'd gotten used to that, at least. "What the fuck is this place?"