Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Grace: Fan Club

Awkward silence reigns in the car, and there’s no way I’m breaking it. Andrew’s tension is palpable even from here, but you know what? He deserves to feel anxious and off-kilter after having the audacity to question my relationship with Caine.

He’s a Rafe loyalist. He’s the second to last person on this planet I want poking his nose into my affairs.

Well—third. Ellie exists, after all.

I pull out my phone, needing something to focus on besides my irritation. My thumb hovers over my messages app.

No new texts from Lyre.

I type out a quick message asking if she’s okay and to text back when she can.

The message changes to "Delivered", but even five minutes later it still doesn’t show "Read."

My skin crawls as I consider the strange sounds in the background. No matter how I try to convince myself I might be mistaken, they sounded distinctly... violent-against-people-y.

But Owen’s there. I’m sure he’s helping keep her in check.

Maybe.

Then again, I’m not really sure anyone can keep Lyre in check outside of Divinity Connect.

Speaking of which...

My gaze shifts to the notification I’ve been avoiding. The one about "Lyrielle’s Fan Club" on Divinity Connect.

Taking a deep breath, I tap on the app icon. The interface looks a little different today, but still says (Limited). But now there’s a new chat thread at the top of my inbox, saying "Lyrielle’s Fan Club" in bold letters.

My thumb hovers over it. Curiosity wins out, and I tap.

A notification immediately appears.

[Grace Harper has accepted the invitation to join Lyrielle’s Fan Club.]

not before I notice I

the fuck sent out an invitation? This is our safe place,

it was you

know that shit makes

the dark side,

eyes widen. What the hell kind

it you, you piece of shit? We

[MADNESS: Wasn’t me~]

should stop living up

Perhaps you should take the stick out

[TIME: How uncouth.]

show

Do you know what

exchange. These people definitely know

importantly~ why isn’t she talking? Hello? I know

do they know? No; they don’t. They’re

[TIME: Are you drunk?]

[MADNESS: Yup~]

@Lyrielle was it

slam my thumb against the home button, exiting

hell is this,

would make sense, because who the hell else do I know associated with this app? Except the strange, face-shifting man in

another notification. Despite

isn’t me, little anchor.

skin crawls. He

messages and frantically type

Lyrielle you? Also, Chaos sent me a message and he sounds like a stalker. Should I be worried? Because I’m seriously worried. Please answer as soon as

I’m not panicking, not exactly—this doesn’t feel like the bone-deep dread from before the last storm. This is just regular (I

Totally normal reaction.

him? The

So, the storm. Right?

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