He waited eleven hundred years for one soul. He gets to stand twelve feet away from her.
Zael has been in exile since the ninth century. Then, on an ordinary Tuesday in February, on an ordinary block in Tribeca, he hears the one note in the world pitched to his.
And works out, standing right there, what it would cost her if he ever closed the distance.
So he doesn't. Nine months. The far side of the street. He never even learns her name, because a name would make it true.
She never knows he was there. All Nora Vasquez has is a number that keeps turning up -- 4:44 -- logged in a notebook on a page she never gave a heading.
This is not a love story. It's the nine months before one. They never meet. That's the point.
Midnight Sun meets The Time Traveler's Wife, in Nalini Singh's New York.
Free. Heaven's Exiles, Book 0.5 -- it ends exactly where Marked begins, and Chapter One is waiting at the back.
