Raising a hand to his narrow black mustache, Jason stroked one side then the other. “I imagine Priscilla requires a small army of servants, as well as a proper suite and a couple of receiving rooms, at the very least.” He shot Kendra a warning glance. “On the other hand, she’s not going to wait for the entire castle to be remodeled, is she?” Colin shook his head vehemently. “God’s blood, no.” An incredible amount of work lay ahead; the castle had stood vacant since ’43 when the Roundheads laid the great hall in ruins. “I’ll warrant we’ll see another quarter century before it’s fully restored.”
