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[Jake's POV]
Later that evening, Eleanor and I met at a secluded corner of the building's rooftop garden.
The view of the city below from up there was mesmerizing. The cars moving around, heading to their various locations, the traffic lights, the scenery, it was like the city had come to life.
My brow furrowed as I recounted Damon's desperate and defeated behavior during our last encounter.
Eleanor listened intently, with an expression of a mixture of sadness and determination on her face.
"I met him on his knees, his whole demeanor, the look on his face, it was a pitiful scene to experience. He didn't try to argue or fight back, he just walked away and said I'd won."
I gritted my teeth in anger as I recalled the look on his face.
