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 skin

engineering team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

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

her,

Just a few simple

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

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

surge

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder,

also had a history of having her fingers

were at

the engineering team figure out the design

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

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

master behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to hold

all Maja could do was to make the basement

could redirect snatural

looked at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What

imprisoned, and

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting

we need to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden

he might remember sdetails

facility."

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

memory, they could pinpoint

wiped his eyes

someone to

bear the sight any longer, Maja left the

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