McDunnagh Castle, standing squat on the loch on a low outcrop of rock, seagulls screeching about it like banshees, was not what Kara expected. Not that it was terribly important that in one word the place was terrible. Lower than her lowest expectations.

After all, she wasn't here to clean, or live, in it, which was as well, since it would have taken her weeks to make even the merest alcove her startled gaze edged sideways into on the way inside, habitable. Cobwebs, dust, ...