Chapter 181: Grace: Removed

Feeling a little nauseated, I tap at the notification.

[This message thread has been removed for multiple Plausibility violations.]

I blink at my phone. The error message stares back.

"What the hell?" I mutter, tapping the screen again as if that might fix it. It doesn’t. The entire conversation—gone. Like it never existed.

My thumb hovers uncertainly over the back button, my eyes drawn to the new direct messages sent my way, from Wrath and Madness.

Sounds like a fun time. Not.

Wrath’s message draws my attention first, and I open it.

The message thread loads, revealing a string of increasingly agitated texts:

[WRATH: ??????]

[WRATH: Who are you?]

[WRATH: How did you get into our group?]

[WRATH: ANSWER ME.]

[WRATH: I swear if you’re another one of Chaos’s little playthings I will PERSONALLY come find you.]

[WRATH: ??????????]

I stare at the barrage of question marks and threats. Whoever—whatever—Wrath is, they clearly have anger management issues. Their name is appropriate.

Ignoring this would probably be the smart option.

Instead, I find myself typing.

[GRACE HARPER: I didn’t ask to be added to your group. I just got a notification saying I was invited.]

The reply comes instantly, like they were staring at their phone waiting.

[WRATH: WHO INVITED YOU?]

[GRACE HARPER: I don’t know.]

[WRATH: USELESS]

seems to

Is Lyrielle’s nickname

overthink it. Three dots appear, bounce, then disappear. Then reappear. Wrath seems to be typing

Finally:

Who wants

Oh, for—

Obviously. I’m asking because I know someone named Lyre and I’m trying to figure out if she’s the Lyrielle

Andrew’s focused on the road, and dark clouds are rolling in quickly.

on cue, the walkie talkie crackles, and Caine says, "Exit

the one to grab the unit

a flash of lightning in the

My phone vibrates.

Are you with her

[GRACE HARPER: No.]

Or else why would I

she mentioned

No. Look, I just want to know if Lyre is Lyrielle. Yes or

the fuck are

out of the

[MADNESS: Hello darling~]

to

you have pictures, share them with

[MADNESS: <(’o’)>]

the fuck is the last

app,

[WRATH: Come back.]

I’m sorry, I’ll

[WRATH: We’re just curious.]

Come back, Grace Harper. We

We’re curious about Lyrielle and she never talks to us

who you were. We don’t

Wrath kind

be to my disadvantage, so I click out. No more messaging people on this bizarre app.

being divinities does something

case, Lyre’s shockingly normal. Owen,

"...Grace?"

my head in Andrew’s direction, I ask, "Sorry,

get the stuff for the cat while you

about to turn off onto the exit for our chosen Walmart stay. "Yes. That would

kennel? It seems to be just fine in your

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