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.]

within seconds, but not before I notice I have

the hell is this? Who the fuck sent out an invitation? This

Maybe it was you

Stop fucking with me. You know that shit makes my brain

the

eyes widen. What the hell kind of usernames

piece of shit? We said no

[MADNESS: Wasn’t me~]

stop living up to

take the stick out of your

[TIME: How uncouth.]

show

you know what the

the messages, my unease growing with every exchange. These people

why isn’t she talking?

do they know? No; they

[TIME: Are you drunk?]

[MADNESS: Yup~]

was

against the home button,

this, and who

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

notification. Despite my

it isn’t me, little anchor.

crawls. He

open my messages and frantically type out a text to

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

read receipt, but it doesn’t happen. I’m not panicking, not exactly—this doesn’t feel like the bone-deep dread from before the last storm. This is just

Totally normal reaction.

"This time, it isn’t me." Isn’t what him? The storm? The invitation? But he used present tense, so he’s probably not talking about something that’s

So, the storm. Right?

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