Without a second thought, Lydia stepped back before taking a running start, launching herself onto the Phantom, flinging them both across the desk before pinning him to the floor, breaking his concentration and setting Dorian free. "Dorian! Get out, find Leota, fix the ballroom." She commanded, putting the skeleton into a submission hold. "YOU BONEY BASTARD YOU'RE GONNA LET MY DAD GO OR I'M GONNA MAKE YOU!" She yelled. "You may have tried to control your own family, you aren't controlling mine."
Dorian dropped in a heap on the floor, but quickly gathered his wits. Trembling, he shot a glance at Lydia, nodded, and then dove downstairs.
The Phantom snarled. “You brat! You think you have the power to defy me? I will trap you in your own personal Hell for all eternity.” His hand shot up, and he jabbed a thumb against her eye. “I don’t think you look enough like your daddy. Let’s fix that.”