Gaston’s POV
Damn that Dommi for locking me up again. Mistakes happen, Goddess! I’m only wolf! I crinkled up another paper ball and tossed it into the trash in the bedroom, Dimitria putting her supplies away. “Hey DiDi, what about this my muse?” I called her over to me and my sketchbook, showing her the rough design.
“Ah, that style would look much better on her frame!” Dimitria nodded her head in approval, gushing at the changes. “Go show your brother before he has me sew anything down!”
I ripped out the page from the book and stood up, taking a cinnamon roll from the selection of baked goods we had from the bakery for breakfast this morning. My stomach growled as I took a bite. I hated having to eat so much food instead of wine after a punishment, the calories needed to heal was alway
