Page 63 of The Immortal’s Mark

Finally, he releases a long breath. “I cannot believe your mother is Jennifer Bane.”

I blink. “That’s her last name? Bane?”

“Yes. She is a descendant of the warlock who founded the Nightsbane clan.”

Woah…

“And you know her?”

“I know of her,” he says. “Through Alexander.”

Of course.

“I wish I could've heard the rest of the meeting.” I stare at the duvet and tug on the same loose thread as before.

“You could.”

My eyes snap up. “What?”

“If you are Jennifer’s daughter, then you are not only a clairvoyant. You are a cognizant.”

Alex used that word earlier, and I’d assumed it was just a fancy synonym. “What’s the difference?”

“Clairvoyants can see forward in seconds, minutes, days.” He tips his head. “Cognizants see what they wish. Including the past.”

I stare. “You’re serious?”

“Very.”

I deflate against the pillows, mind racing. “What else can I do?”

“That,” he says, “I do not know. You will need someone more knowledgeable about your gifts.”

My mother.

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t have to.

“But you’re saying I could…revisit the meeting,” I say slowly, “because I’m a cognizant?”

“Yes.”

My laugh is small and skeptical. “I can’t even control my visions. Why would I suddenly be able to throw myself into the past on command?”

“Close your eyes and try.”

I shake my head. “That’s not how this works.”

“How do you know?” he counters, a spark of challenge lighting his gaze.

I clamp my mouth shut before a snarky answer can escape.

“Here,” he says, shifting closer until his knee presses the mattress near my hip. He takes my hand again, anchoring me. “I was there. Focus on me. Picture me in the ballroom. Then pull your perspective into mine.”

I stare at him, ignoring how his touch elicits sparks up and down my arms. “You realize that sounds insane, right?”

His mouth twitches. “It’s no less insane than any of the other truths that have been revealed to you lately.”

Good point.