Worlds of Obsession (Celtic Otherworlds) Read Free

Dead in Anwnn, and comforted by the fact that he would soon follow her, because that was the way of things.  His own family would mourn him, and for that he was sorry, but he could not live in this world or any other without his mate.  That was the plight of a Fomoiri male, and why none had ever survived longer than a few days after his fated one had died.  The bond was just too strong, so strong that his very life force became entwined with hers.
    Bastien woke with a gasp, his body shaking and covered in sweat, the remnants of the dream still filtering through his mind like dark shadows. 
    He hadn’t died that day. 
    Or any day after.
    By some nasty trick of fate, he hadn’t died at all.  For two hundred years he had successfully kept all of those vivid memories buried so deep inside that on most days they were no more than a hollow, dull ache.  On other days they drifted a little closer to the surface, and he fed off of the rage banked within him and used it to hunt and kill the creatures that threatened innocent lives all around the world.  Whenever there was an outbreak of Dark Sidhe, he and the other warriors of the Guild were there, as warriors had been for thousands of years. 
    But the strange thing was that f or two hundred years, he could not remember ever having a single dream; the long nights were dark and cold and empty.  But for the last few weeks, images of Karis had filled his sleeping mind each night.  He didn’t understand why his dreams had chosen now to haunt him, but maybe a vacation by himself with only his thoughts hadn’t been a good idea after all.  He needed to get back to work.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
     
     
     
     
                  It was the morning of her twenty-sixth birthday, and Liv Johnston couldn’t shake the feeling that today was no ordinary day.  From the moment she’d opened her eyes and suddenly noticed that the crack in the ceiling above her bed looked a lot like a galloping horse, why hadn’t she ever seen that before?   there had just been a strange feeling in the air, the kind of quivering tension just before something explodes all around you.  Sure, maybe it was all in her head, the wishful thinking of a girl who wanted more out of life than a tiny Boston apartment and an ordinary, uninspiring job.  But she had always had her head in the clouds, all her life, and today still felt different . 
    She showered and got dressed for work, popping a bagel in the toaster , grabbing her first cup of coffee and checking her email on her phone, because her laptop was on the fritz again and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with it.  A bunch of junk mail popped up, and one forward from her friend Jess, a video of some all-male review, with the title Hot! Hot! Hot!  Typical Jess.  But yeah, she’d definitely be watching that when she got home from work later.  Checking the time, Liv poured a second cup of coffee into her favorite travel mug and searched for her shoes and purse.  That was when she heard a knock at the door.
    T he letter and a small package arrived promptly at eight a.m., hand delivered by private courier and requiring proof of identity and two signatures.  The white envelope was entirely blank, and not very thick or heavy, and the package was wrapped in plain brown paper and looked suspiciously like the size and shape of a book.  Had she ordered something and forgotten about it?  No… definitely not.  She didn’t order many things through the mail, but when she did, she waited for the package to arrive like it was Christmas morning or something.  Even if it was only a box of new underwear.  But hey, today is my birthday!   God, she really needed to get out more. 
    Liv glanced again at the clock on the kitchen counter.  She had been about to walk out of the door for work when the courier knocked, but no way she was leaving now until she knew what