Calculated Detachment

I pretended not to hear and kept walking. Declan caught up, grabbing my arm. "What's wrong now?"

I stared at his face, mentally picturing him as a stack of hundred-dollar bills to keep my temper in check. "What do you want?" I asked flatly.

"My cousin's getting married tomorrow. We're going to Portora tonight," he said, right there in the middle of the hallway.

I knew this cousin, a university pro