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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

No one knew how many years she'd

and the doctor reviewed the

a few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened,

her, she could pretend they

Just a few simple words, she might

doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well.

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

fingers once, then immediately stitched them

sharply, feeling a surge of rage in

her traumatic stress

her fingers cut off when trying to receive

at a

the engineering team figure

her mind, being here means she has

device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's with

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia captive for

do was to make the

mirrors, they could

quietly wiping his eyes

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse.

father was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned,

pang of sorrow,

to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden Island,

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facility."

it was Patric, with a decade of lan's memories, or Eric himself, they were

could pinpoint

his eyes again, composed

I'll send someone to

longer, Maja left the basement

and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was now rubble,