Thomas raised an eyebrow at Dillon. “What is this? Do YOU live here too?” Lydia crawled towards her jacket, recieving a solid kick to her chest which sent her flying back. “Uh-uh, Lydia. I’m not quite done with you yet.” She landed again, with a grunt, before Lydia crossed her arms over her chest, looking towards Dillon. “So, who ELSE lives here?” he smirked a bit to himself. “I think I get it… I understand exactly what’s going on… this is so interesting… Cute outfit you’ve got there. Did your daddy build that for you, princess?” Thomas raised an eyebrow. 

Lydia looked back over at Dillon. “Dillon, Thomas’ powers are-” She was silenced by a foot in her windpipe, and unprepared, the words were cut right out of her mouth. 

“Aww, what’s wrong, Lydia? Cat got your tongue?” Thomas mocked, looking back over at Dillon. He slipped his hands in his pockets, looking her set up up and down. “Eh. It’s no fun with someone else here… you got unlucky, Lydia. I was about to make all your unspoken dreams come true.” He started to walk towards the exit. 

“I wasn’t scared,” the words came out barely louder than a whisper but they got his attention. “I knew you would have finished before you ever got started.” 

Thomas turned on his heel, his eyes sparking with rage a moment before it was smoothed over, and there was a smug amusement. “I’ll see you soon, Lydia.” He slipped out the door. 

“... Thanks, Dillon,” Lydia held her throat, a bruise already starting to form there.