Alex suddenly started laughing.
Olivia frowned at him, but the laughter only grew louder, until even Nathan turned to look at his friend with concern.
After 5,000 years, it took a lot to make Alex feel this ridiculous. He'd spent so much time worrying about what the Nethum might discover, what Sylas might do and how to protect everything he'd built that he'd nearly forgotten why he came here in the first place. He had ambitions of his own, didn't he?
For some reason, that only made him laugh harder.
Alex had always been good under pressure. He could stay calm where most people would break, and he had a talent for making light of genuine danger. Maybe that was the problem. He'd carried the pressure for so long that he'd stopped noticing how much of it had piled up.
And how the hell did Sylas do it?
