The smile meant he’d played this correctly. Good. Religious men and women were startlingly easy to fool, especially when one played up their sensitivities. He cursed the owl internally; all the stupid thing had to do was be silent! He had the owl’s form, though he didn’t quite know how to break it to Anya. She would be angry with him and she did control his housing situation. It couldn’t be helped now. He’d simply blame Merona, and state that he wasn’t willing to risk his neck for a god damn bird.
Vivian sat in a chair across from Merona, eyeing her guardedly. Great friends. Sure. Veir had people they used, not friends, but Merona was his path to becoming something other than just a street whore gifted in magic. If he had been a Valran he might have inherited Degare’s estate instead of Anya. He would have already had somewhere solid to raise his son. He listened to Anya carefully. Sneak into a Montese’s estate?! In his state? He was pregnant, due to give birth in a little over eighty days! He was getting to the point where he couldn’t really hide what was developing anymore, nor sneak about.
He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re worried his spending is out of control and want to help him curb it before the family is embarrassed.” He said. “I would be honored to help you, but I have to say…you may not need to steal from him in order to find his situation.” Vivian rested back, putting his arms along the couch. “Am I allowed to use alternative methods?”
