The summer came, and the summer went. They patched their friendship up somehow, mostly by ignoring that the argument had ever happened. Mira was Pulling. Lew could feel it when they met. She had a sharp edge to her, like a honed blade, that came from Working the Border. He could feel it on himself when he Pulled too much. Or what he felt was too much. He wasn’t sure now, after the accusations she had flung at him. She had made him doubt himself. Was he really scared to Pull because he feared the consequences? And even if that was the case, was it an unfounded fear?
It came to a head as the autumn nights were drawing in. They’d spoken on the phone earlier in the evening and Lew had tried to persuade her to come out to the pub after work. She had fobbed him off and he had had an uneasy, gre
