rard waiting for you attentively, his face creased with worry. He's dressed as befits his station: a well-tailored suit not quite ostentatious enou

as planned?" When you don't immediately respond, he continues. "With yo

servant rarely enters your mind. As with many personal attendants, Gerard is a ghoul—a mortal who has been granted a taste of your own Blood in exchange for unnatural strength a

s vitae—to maintain their agelessness and enhanced strength, and you have little wish to be so burdened with the additional upke

professional. When the syndicate chose to attack one of Prince Arundel's companies, he'd ordered the organization wiped out, but saved their most useful men and women for his ow

se wrinkling at the state of their disrepair. "These won't be of m

e good, Gerar

trepidation in his voice. "Has Prince Arundel resurfaced yet? I've