"I think I know a thing or two about the undead clinging to old artifice," Diana said, just a little hint of dryness creeping into her voice. It had only been the bane of her existence for the last two centuries or so.

More than, she supposed. Her Embrace had been so carefully engineered.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Tell me about the Syndicate. Sounds painfully familiar, but I don't want to make any assumptions."