Will Trent Angie May 2026

"Of the part of me that can't walk away from you," he said.

"Okay," she said, so quietly he almost missed it. "Okay."

"Lenny." She took a long, slow swallow from the bottle. "He found out I was working a CI in the Bluff. Said I was 'making him look soft.' Got a little hands-on to prove he wasn't." will trent angie

She stared at him, and for a long moment, the anger flared—the hot, familiar rage she used as a shield. But then, like a candle drowning in wax, it flickered and went out. Her shoulders sagged. A single tear, traitorous and silent, traced a clean line through the grime on her cheek.

"You look tired," she said.

Angie’s hand dropped. For a second, the mask slipped—not the tough-girl mask, but the one underneath. The one that was just a scared, broken kid from the Home who never learned how to be loved without being hurt first.

"I've got you."

He could have lied. A small, neat lie that would have made this easier. But Will Trent didn't do small, neat lies. He did hard truths that got stuck in his throat.