"Oh, you remember me?" Sabrina asked.
"Of course. You used to go by the training grounds that my sister and Zack would visit. Your father is a friend of my stepfather, so it would be a little hard not to know your name." The younger Logan wiped away blood oozing from his lip.
That wasn't the only thing. His skin was marked with a number of cuts and bruises. Each time he moved, he'd experience an intense twinge.
"This—Zack did this to you, didn't he? But why? I thought you guys were friends."
"We were, but we kind of fell out once my sister lost her Gift. It didn't help that I stopped talking as much afterwards. Then, I suppose, when he saw me here, he just couldn't stop himself from getting back at me. I can't say I don't deserve it."
Sabrina shook her head, warming his temple with the palm of her hand. "You shouldn't say such things, Logan. No matter what happened between the two of you, this is simply unacceptable."
Logan blushed. "Y-you... you're touching me?"
