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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

one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her skin

their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

silence, the

long as no one touched her, she

we tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be able to

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

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage in

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused

also had a history of having her fingers cut off when trying

were at a

engineering team figure out the design of this room,

her mind, being here means she has to live

most part. Two, we find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's with

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive for so

make the basement a bit

mirrors, they could redirect

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we

mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many waiting

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting back her

to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden Island, they're taken there

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was Patric, with a decade of lan's

just a sliver of memory, they could

wiped his eyes

send someone

Maja left the basement

remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building