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.]

before I notice I have no

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

you in

fucking with me. You know that shit makes my

the

widen. What the hell kind

you piece of shit?

[MADNESS: Wasn’t me~]

should stop living

the stick out of

[TIME: How uncouth.]

show you

Do you know what the

unease growing with every exchange. These people definitely know each other, and I have no idea

talking? Hello? I know you’re reading

No; they

[TIME: Are you drunk?]

[MADNESS: Yup~]

@Lyrielle was

my thumb against the home

actual hell is this, and

the hell else do I know associated with this app? Except the

again with another notification. Despite my better judgment, I check

it isn’t me, little anchor. Do

skin crawls. He reeks

and frantically type out a text

there. Is Lyrielle you? Also, Chaos sent me a

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

Totally normal reaction.

keeps bouncing around my head like a stray ping pong ball. "This time, it isn’t me." Isn’t what him? The storm? The

So, the storm. Right?

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