Lydia's hand went up to the bruise on her chest, feeling uncomfortable as Adrian seemed to be asking her, almost frantically, for the truth about what happened. The lie formed in her mouth but she paused. [I] What has he heard... [/I] She looked away from him. [I] I can't lie to him. [/I] "I really didn't want you to know... Dillon saved me today. If she hadn't come when she did, I would have been..." she paused, her hand resting on her throat. Speaking still hurt but she wouldn't let him know of it. "... If Dillon lied to you and that's what you're upset about, I asked her to. I think you've heard already. An old friend of mine paid me a visit. I'm still weak from yesterday, so he seized the opportunity to try to do something he always wanted to. And Dillon saved me. Isn't karma wonderful?" she asked, sarcastically. "Is that it? Or do you want to embarrass me further by asking me what types of things he said or-" her voice wavered here, but stayed strong. "How close he came to- ... I didn't think it was really that important for you to know about it. I'd rather you just thought I was a bitchzilla who came home and destroyed the place. I don't know how he knew I was here. He seemed really surprised to see me, or at least see me alone, but he adjusted to the idea pretty quickly."