PYRA EMPATHIZED WITH Will's troubled frown. She, Will, and Nift sat at the end of the gang's long cafeteria table. Sal, Atlas, and a few of the older members played with the younger children further down the table, allowing them to play keep-away with a spoon from one of the lunch trays. Con snored just beside them, oblivious to the children's small, excited shouts. The twins were perched not far from him, their hands interlocked, their collars gleaming under the cafeteria's dull ...