Back in London, Damon leaned back against the couch, his lips curling into a giggle as he swirled the wine in his glass.
The lighting of the hotel room shone across his face, making his amusement even more pronounced.
Eleanor, sitting across from him, watched him intently. Her perfectly manicured fingers tap against her glass before she finally spoke.
"Why did you release that video of Ethan?"
Damon let out a quiet chuckle, taking a slow sip of his wine before answering. "Just settling some old scores with an old friend."
"Old scores?" She leaned forward. "What does that mean? What exactly is between you and Ethan?"
Damon tilted his head, his expression so calm. Then he giggled, shaking his head. "You really don't want to know."
"Of course, I do," she said firmly. "It seems like it's something deep, and I want to understand."
Damon exhaled dramatically, standing up and pacing toward the window. His fingers traced the edge of the curtain as he looked outside.
