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.]

messages flood in within seconds, but not before

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

you

me. You know that shit makes my

the

What the hell

you, you piece of shit? We said no

[MADNESS: Wasn’t me~]

should stop living up to your

you should take the stick out of

[TIME: How uncouth.]

I’ll show you

Do you know what the

people definitely know each other, and I have no idea who they

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

do they know? No;

[TIME: Are you drunk?]

[MADNESS: Yup~]

was it

the home button, exiting

this, and who the

sense, because who the hell else do I know associated with this app? Except

phone chimes again with another notification. Despite my better judgment,

me, little anchor. Do you miss me? I miss

crawls. He reeks of stalker

and frantically type out a text

you? Also, Chaos sent

the 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 regular (I think) human anxiety about being contacted by strangers with weird names on

Totally normal reaction.

ping pong ball. "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

So, the storm. Right?

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