Peyton's Point of View
I knocked back a third glass of single malt and slammed the glass on the table.
"Temper, temper." Gracie snickered, topping up her glass of wine for way more than the third time. She offered the bottle to Nathan, who was seated on her right. He accepted the drink with a charming smile. The two of them had been getting on like a house on fire. The Gamma and the Surgeon - It sounded like a trashy romance novel. I marveled at Nathan and his ability to be able to talk to women. It came so easily to him. Relationships, though, were a different matter entirely.
"He's not angry, he's impatient." This came from Luna April. I'd spent most of my time talking to her since I'd joined the rest of the crew in our private dining room, which the staff had done an amazin
