Sabine's mouth twitched in a small, sad but fond smile. "Home is Castle Kinross, honest to goodness Scottish castle. Our rooms are generous but the kitchens are shared. Whenever anything bad happens--which is often, someone starts cooking and someone else joins, and people eat and cry and talk or not talk..."

She rolled her shoulders in a slow, pained shrug. "It seemed like the sort of thing we could use."