Will Trent Angie May 2026

And for the first time in twenty years, Angie Polaski let him.

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.

"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."

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

"Then walk," she whispered. "I double-dog dare you."

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

"I'm not walking," he said. "I'm staying right here. But I'm not going to help you destroy yourself anymore, Angie. Not tonight. Not ever again."