After we return to our seats, Callum brings his coffee to his lips to take a sip and then pauses, giving me a suspicious look.
I reheat his coffee. "Truce?"
"Truce." he agrees.
We finish our breakfast in amicable silence. When I push my plate away and look up, I catch Callum staring at me.
"What?"
"Your mating mark. It's beautiful."
I can't help the smile that slips onto my face. "Thank you, I love it."
"I'm so happy this worked out for you, Storm. You have no idea how happy I am for you."
"I know, Cal. And I can't wait for you to find your person too."
His lips quirk as he deals with our plates with magic. "You think I will?"
"Of course you will, Cal. And I can't wait for that day."
Callum and I spend the day putting all the information together to try and figure out which of the Nahash siblings the current descendant hails from.