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What belief?

Maja couldn't guess, not after hearing those words. She was too far gone to stay calm.

She took a deep breath. "So how do we communicate with her?"

Right now, communication was the biggest hurdle. Cynthia recoiled from any human contact, going into a state of distress with just

a touch.

And she couldn't hear if they spoke.

The doctor lifted a hand to massage his temple. "We haven't figured that out yet. We'll see if the engineering team can break

through the basement's defenses. Until then, we're being monitored around the clock."

He gestured to their surroundings.

Standing up, Maja scanned the area. "Can't we just cut the power?"

The engineering team shook their heads, clearly frustrated. "We can cut power everywhere on the island, but this circuit is

isolated. The main switch is encased in a solid steel box. We've tried shooting it, explosives, nothing damages it. Plus, it's got

backup from wind, solar, you nit."

Maja's impatience grew.

Meanwhile, Cynthia leaned against the wall, her forehead slick with sweat.

Just knowing there were people around her was overwhelming, covering her in sweat.

A chain was still clamped around her ankle. As she slid off the bed to move around, the clanking of the chain dragged across the

floor, echoing in the room.

Maja sat on the bed, suddenly feeling defeated.

Especially after watching Cynthia navigate to the bathroom with such familiarity, it was clear she knew the basement like the back

years she'd been confined. Her skin was

their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

long as no one touched her, she could

a few simple words,

doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well. No matter what we present her with,

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched them back

surge of rage in her

traumatic

history of having her fingers cut off

at a

there are only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of this room,

In her mind, being here means she has to live by the

for the most part. Two, we find the device that can

behind

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia captive for so

could do was to make the

could redirect snatural

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many

pang of sorrow, fighting back

to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts

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facility."

Patric, with a decade of

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location

his eyes again, composed

someone to find

sight any longer, Maja left the basement and felt the

back to where they had spent the last night.