Thunder roared through the skies, a bolt of lightning tearing the heavens open, illuminating the graveyard in a flash of blinding light.
The storm raged around them. Torrential rain fell in sheets, wind howled through the trees—and just ten meters ahead of Logan, a slender, alluring figure stood in the midst of the storm.
Her long, violet-tinged hair blew wildly in the wind. Bangs cut straight across her forehead framed a cold, devastatingly beautiful face. Sabrina floated inches above the muddy ground, arms crossed before her chest. Her eyes, as cold and indifferent as the day Logan first met her, stared directly at him.
She wore a long coat that hid her enviable figure—but the stretch of black stockings between her short skirt and thigh-high boots carried an allure that was magnetic. Elegant, distant, yet brimming with a dangerous sensuality.
Thigh-high boots, black silk stockings, and that icy queen aura—she was the embodiment of many a man's darkest desires.
"S-Sabrina?!"
Logan blurted out, unable to hide his shock. He never expected to see her here—in the graveyard just outside Lavender Town.
Sabrina, too, appeared startled. Her cold expression flickered—then her gaze immediately shifted. Not to Logan, but to Dragonair, or more precisely, to the energy gathering inside Dragonair's open mouth.
Beside her, the air shimmered—and her Alakazam appeared silently. It had clearly used psychic distortion to remain hidden, bending the light around it.
Logan gave a helpless smile. He could tell Sabrina misunderstood. His thoughts flickered, and Dragonair instantly got the message, dispersing the charged energy from its jaws.
"Just a misunderstanding, Miss Sabrina. You know how creepy Lavender's legends are. A levitating woman suddenly appearing in a graveyard, in the middle of a storm? Anyone would think… ghost."
He waved dismissively.
Sabrina nearly laughed—nearly. Was he saying she looked like a ghost?
To be fair… with her long hair and ghostly floating stride, the comparison wasn't entirely off.
But Logan's sudden appearance stirred something deep in Sabrina's heart. Her normally icy, undisturbed mind wasn't calm anymore.
Cold and detached from everyone else, she now stared at Logan with burning emotions: rage, shame, hatred… but also something else. Something darker.
As a psychic, Sabrina valued her mind far more than her body. Her spirit was her sanctuary. That sacred realm had once been her last refuge.
And Logan had violated it. Not just once—but for three endless days and nights in the psychic world they had once shared.
No one else could understand how deep that damage went. Others might see it as the loss of some kind of "first time"—but for Sabrina, it was far more than that.
Logan hadn't simply invaded her—he'd scarred her soul.
Her legs trembled slightly. Blood rushed to her face, giving her pale cheeks an uncharacteristic blush. A strange heat spread through her body, as if she'd fallen into a scalding hot spring—pleasant and humiliating all at once. Especially when that heat pooled in the deepest, most shameful parts of her.
She wanted to kill Logan. Tear him apart.
But deep down, Sabrina knew—even if she killed him, she wouldn't erase the memory. That would only make it worse. She'd be haunted forever.
No. She didn't want him dead. Not yet.
She wanted him broken. On his knees. Begging for mercy.
Only by completely dominating him—mentally and spiritually—could she possibly hope to reclaim the shattered parts of her inner world.
"Miss Sabrina? Your face is red. You feeling okay? Don't tell me you've got a fever or something…"
Logan grinned, teasing her on purpose. He didn't need to know every detail to guess her current mental state. After everything they'd both been through, Sabrina didn't frighten him anymore.
He'd survived worse. A lot worse. And she was just one more obstacle in his chaotic journey.
"…You—"
Sabrina's expression twisted. One word from him could make her entire emotional world spin into chaos. And that frightened her more than anything.
But unlike Caitlin, whose psychic instability had been her undoing, Sabrina was strong. She had already conquered her fear of psychic feedback once before.
Taking a long, deep breath, she centered herself. Her frigid, distant expression returned. Her emotions didn't vanish, but she stuffed them deep down, beneath layers of ice.
Only her eyes betrayed her. They were full of rage… but also a helpless, humiliated kind of pain.
"…What a place for a reunion," Logan muttered, glancing around the storm-blasted graveyard. "Not exactly the romantic backdrop fate could've picked, huh?"
He chuckled. In truth, Logan did feel a twinge of guilt.
Sabrina had been proud. Untouchable. In that spiritual realm… he had made her his.
It wasn't just about dominance. It had been a complete psychological violation. She had become his slave—of body, mind, and soul.
Even if she had broken free… the scars remained.
It was a miracle she wasn't broken completely.
"…I want nothing to do with your 'fate'," she said coldly.
Her eyes avoided his. One hand gripped a Poké Ball tightly, fingers twitching with the urge to throw it. She didn't move—not yet.
Because deep down, she knew—this man was slippery. Trying to take him down alone would be a mistake. If she failed again…
She might never recover.
Sabrina no longer saw Logan as a boy who got lucky with Mewtwo. No. He was a full-fledged opponent now. A rival who needed to be crushed… utterly.
But not here. Not now.
She needed a place where escape was impossible. A battlefield where their fates would be decided—once and for all.
And that battlefield was coming soon.
According to Giovanni's plan.
"How can you say that, Miss Sabrina?" Logan grinned, pulling a small silver spoon from his pocket. "Look—the Spoon of Destiny! It points straight at you. That's fate if I've ever seen it!"
He bent the spoon with psychic energy so it pointed right at her.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes. With a flick of her palm, she conjured her own spoon—it too bent sharply, pointing straight at Logan.
"I've already recorded your fate," she said icily. "No matter where you run, even to the ends of the earth—you'll never escape my eyes."
Logan's smile faded. He felt it.
He was bound to her.
"A red string of fate, huh…?"
He sighed.
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