“You belong here.” A smile touches the side of my lips. “No, I don’t, Saski, but it’s okay because I don’t need to.” Saskia’s bright blue eyes flash with something way too close to sadness. I don’t need her pity or anyone else’s. Before she can say anything further, I shake my head and laugh. “We’re not doing this.” “Okay, right now…” Cartier hands me a fresh drink and I take it. I shake my head at Saskia. “No, ever.”
