Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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

how many years she'd been confined. Her

engineering team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

no one touched her, she could pretend they

Just a few simple words, she might

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

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 rage in her

with her traumatic stress disorder,

had a history of having her fingers cut

were at

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

from this environment. In her mind, being here means she has to live by

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

behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to hold

could do was to make the basement a bit

they could redirect

quietly wiping

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned,

a pang of sorrow, fighting

that research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden Island, they're taken

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facility."

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

they could pinpoint the location of

eyes

I'll send someone to find

the sight any longer, Maja left

Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had spent