Maxwell's POV
I faltered at Kennedy's question as I opened my mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again. "I…"
"Don't," Kennedy cut me off, his voice low. "Don't lie to me again, Maxwell. I covered for you in there, but I need the truth now."
My shoulders slumped in defeat. "No. They don't know. My driver was supposed to pick me up from the library hours ago. They've probably called the police by now. My father is probably…"
I couldn't even finish the sentence. The thought of my father's cold fury made my stomach twist.
"Jesus." Kennedy ran a hand through his hair, looking torn. "Do you have any idea what could happen to my family if they find out? Your dad could…"
"He won't!" I nearly yelled. "I swear, Kennedy, he won't find out. And even if he does, I'll tell him the truth… that I chose to stay, that your family had nothing to do with it. I'll make sure nothing happens to you guys. I promise."
Kennedy studied me for a long moment. "You really mean that?"
