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A twelve-hour shift at Hubco drags Ivan Nightsworn—the Grim Reaper—through the wreckage of his past: his parents and fiancée Amber killed in a car crash, his grandmother holding him as he sobbed over their coffins, and the promise he made to make them proud. But Ivan isn't alone in the blood—his quintuplet sisters lead the HSI SRT, Air Force SOG, BORTAC, and DEA SRT, while family friends command the USSS Cat and ATF SWAT. Now, with schizophrenia, homicidal tendencies, and a sniper's memory of the light Amber saw in him, he must decide if the weight of all those ghosts will crush him or turn him into the weapon they always believed he could be.
The clatter of a pallet jack against concrete makes Ivan's hands freeze mid-grip on a stack of boxes. It's the same sound the car made when it hit the wall—metal on cement, a sound he's heard in his sleep for eighteen years. He sets the load down slowly, knuckles white, and lets the memory of his mother's laugh at the dinner table wash over him before the rage can take hold. The shift still has eleven hours left.
The truth will be revealed
The nursing home sign comes into view as Ivan's hands grip the wheel, the same hands that held a sniper rifle in the desert and a knife in the jungle. He counts the years: sniper at eighteen, recon through sand and monsoon, SEAL at twenty-six—each deployment a scar he never let anyone see. The spear lies cool and steady against his thigh, and Amber's voice in his memory whispers 'I see the light in you.' He pulls into the parking lot, cuts the engine, and sits in the silence that no longer feels like madness.