Kendra’s POV
Scott looked at me, calm as ever, and said, “I knew that if I let you say goodbye, you would give the driver your address and lead us right there.”
My breath caught. My stomach twisted, because he was right. That was exactly what I had done. I had given it away. I had led them to my family like a breadcrumb trail dropped in a panic. My chest tightened as the realization sank in.
Scott tilted his head slightly. “Whereas if I told you we were going to collect your father and sister for leverage, you would have thrown yourself at the guards. You would have bought them just enough time to run.”
I stared at him, heat flushing through me. Guilt pricked at the back of my throat, thick and sour.
“Honestly, Kendra,” he continued, his tone clipped with judgment but never raising hi
