14 Chapter 13

I walk into the kitchen to drop the glass from my room in the sink and hear arguing. Not wanting to eavesdrop again, as I trust them to tell me what's going on now.

I walk into the office to see Buford and Remey toe to toe. They stop quickly and stare at me as I walk in, breaking them apart after a heavy sigh on both parts. Myself not being the least bit shy "What's going on guys?"

Buford starts pacing the room as Remey sits beside me "I was just letting Buford know what happened last night, and he was a little upset being the 'it's my responsibility to protect her' macho man on me" he says with a wink.

Buford stops pacing to Glare at him and replies "Your right, it is my responsibility, she wouldn't have been in danger if she wasn't out last night, especially not in dark alleyways in the middle of the night" With a growl at Remey.

"Wow gentlemen, I'm a big girl, and can make decisions for myself, it was just me in the alley, and I felt the danger before he popped up, plenty of time to run if I was" I laugh nervously.

"When you touched me last night, did you have a vision? You were screaming, and everything went haywire" I look at Remey with dread.

"No I didn't, I felt something different, a pain that I felt, like heavy electricity running through my body, but when you shot him, it went away" They both look at me as I've grown another head, still staring with curiosity maybe, or just confusion.

After a raised eyebrow from me a few seconds later, Remey responded "Sweety, I didn't shoot him with my ability myself, something was forcing me to do it, a very powerful force that I couldn't control, and my normal power is no match to kill one of them, only damage" Both Buford and Remey still staring at me like I know the answer.

I shake my head, was that me? I just stare back at them, and in a small voice "I don't know what happened, what do you mean one of them?"

Buford Finally finds his voice "He was raised by a necromancer, he was technically dead, and was raised along with his magic powers. They are hard to kill, usually only by a powerful force like the heir" the heir?

Here we go again, that can't be me! He doesn't know what he′s talking about "or killed by the necromancer that raised him" Remey looks with wide eyes all of a sudden, looks at me then Buford.

"Do you think she could be the heir? Is that why you two have been keeping an eye on her? Does the council share this concern?" shaking his head looking at me with new respect, or pity, I can't be sure, but I don't like the sound of any of it.

It's been two weeks since the conversation we had about possibly being the heir, after profuse denial and arguments, we decided he was going to call upon the council to have a meeting, with me at the center.

Buford excused me from work until we figure things out, calling in a temp, and still paying me my normal salary. He insisted I stay at his house still for safety, I didn't argue, I'm lapping up the luxurious life while I can, and not having anywhere to go at the moment.

Not being able to leave the house unless escorted by either one of three for protection, as it seems the necromancer is still out there with no telling how many puppets. It's been nice to relax, movie nights with Buford sometimes, and our new tradition of nightly dinner, Remey, and Zaline stopping in randomly to check on me.

In three days from now, the council meeting is fast approaching, as they called in an oracle for help on the matter, supposedly she can tell us what they want to know, she is all-knowing of everything past, present, and future.

Buford and I just wrapped up dinner, and we are washing dishes together, which is another part of our nightly routine. "Tell me, Buford, why is there no lucky lady in your life?"

Buford looks like he is thinking, and slowed down on washing the dish he had in his hand "Well, I've had a few dates in the past few months, but no one interested me enough to stick around, I've been single since college, dating here and there, but no one sticks"

I look at him with a grin, not being able to help myself anymore "So no one catches your fancy enough, or are you holding out for someone else?"

He looks at me with a blush "Yes" continuing the dishes and not looking at me anymore "I guess you would say I'm holding out for someone"

I hide a small smile, hoping maybe he talking about me, but at the same time not. Ugh, why do I have to like both of these guys, at the same time? But again, Buford never said anything, our chemistry is apparent even to Zaline, I wonder why he just won't say anything.

I give up the questions, still unsure if I want to know the answer, or maybe just exhausted at the answers. Laying my head down that night, stomach full, and a little frustrated, I fall into a slumber, a very bad one.