Worlds of Obsession (Celtic Otherworlds) Read Online Free

that’s wonderful?  I don’t have a job anymore…”
                  “Liv, you hated that job.  And you shouldn’t be spending your life pushing papers around anyway.  You were meant for bigger things.  This is a sign, you see?  You were wasting away at that useless company, but now you’re being forced to make a change.  I think it’s great.”
                  Though she would never admit it, Liv did spend an awful lot of time with her head in the clouds, dreaming about great loves and epic adventures… everything she probably had no hope of ever experiencing.  Completely ignoring the mundane reality of her life and constantly wondering what she might be missing had a tendency to make her restless and occasionally impulsive.  But if she found a way to get it out of her system, or maybe even make reality compete with her imagination…
    She sighed, blowing a strand of wavy dark brown hair out of her face at the same time.  “Well… to be honest, I was kind of looking at it that way too, especially with what happened this morning before I left.”
                  Jess sucked in a breath so loudly Liv could hear it over the phone, and she knew what was coming next.  “Did you meet a guy?”
                  Liv laughed.  “Did I meet a guy this morning before I even left for work?  Um, no.”  Jess was forever teasing her about her total lack of a love life, but Liv was just particular about the guys she dated.  Jess…well, not so much, as long as she was having fun.  Still, ever since she had moved in down the hall from Liv last year in the old brownstone apartment building, they had been the best of friends.  “Not a guy, but I got a special delivery by courier.  From a lawyer, no less.  A letter and a book, and I have absolutely no idea where they came from or who could have sent them.  It’s actually a little creepy.”  Liv went to the counter and poured herself some still-hot coffee from the carafe, splashing a little half and half into the cup and taking a long sip.
                  “Hmmm… that is kind of weird.  But if it came from a lawyer’s office, it must be from a long-lost relative or something, right?  Maybe you’ve just inherited a fortune, or a villa in the South of France!  What does it say?”
                  Liv picked up the letter from the kitchen table and read it out loud over the phone.
                  Jess was quiet for a long second, but then she practically burst with excitement.  “Oh. My. God.  Liv… it is a sign!  You have to go!  In fact, I’m making you go.  I’ll go on line right now and make your reservation, then you’ll have no excuse.  I still have your credit card number from the time a got us those concert tickets.” 
    And she was doing it too, Liv could hear the click of the keyboard in the background.
                  “Wait, Jess, you don’t have to convince me.  I was kind of thinking of going anyway.  I mean, why not, you only live once, right?  I have a little money put aside, so that gives me a few weeks before I have to seriously start looking for another job… And I have to admit, I’m beyond curious, because this is the kind of crazy thing that never happens to me.”  Liv put the letter back on the table and began pacing around her apartment with the phone.  “But what if I get there and it turns out some psycho-killer is waiting for me?”
                  “Liv”, Jess said with exaggerated patience.  “Psycho-killers rarely hire lawyers to hand-deliver messages to their victims.  Too traceable.  And psycho-killers that live in Scotland probably don’t need to lure their victims all the way from Boston.  I would think there’s more than enough victims in Glasgow alone to keep them busy.  Seriously, it’s probably just some crazy old uncle you never knew you had.  Maybe he’s on his deathbed and