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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

many years she'd been confined. Her skin was unnaturally

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

one touched her,

we tried Braille? Just a few simple words,

doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well. No

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

fingers once, then immediately stitched them

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of

with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

history of having her

were at

One, the engineering team figure out the design of

this environment. In her mind, being here means she has to live by the rules she's learned.

part. Two, we find the device that can communicate with her, but chances

master behind

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive for so

do was to make

using mirrors, they could

quietly wiping his eyes

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse.

his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many waiting to

of sorrow, fighting back

lan wakes, we need to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden Island,

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facility."

decade of

of memory, they could

wiped his eyes again,

send someone to find

longer, Maja left the basement and

Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was