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

hand. No one knew how many years she'd

continued their inspection, and the doctor

the bathroom door opened,

her, she could

Just a few simple words, she might

well. No matter what we

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once,

sharply, feeling a surge of

Cynthia, with her traumatic

also had a history of having her

at

the engineering

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

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

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive

make the

mirrors, they could redirect snatural light

quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse. "What do

in bed, his mother imprisoned, and

a pang of sorrow, fighting

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

need to find Patric. He holds most of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about

facility."

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

could pinpoint the location of the

eyes

someone to

Maja left the

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