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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

years she'd been confined. Her

continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

minutes of silence, the bathroom

her, she could pretend

tried again. "Have we tried Braille? Just a few simple words,

that as well. No matter

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

severed her three fingers once,

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage in her

traumatic stress disorder,

had a history of having her

were at a

One, the engineering team figure out the design of this room,

she has to live by the rules she's learned. Away from

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

behind all

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive

Maja could do was to make the basement a bit

could redirect snatural light

Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse. "What do we

father was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family

a pang of

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

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

facility."

was Patric, with a decade of lan's memories,

of memory, they could pinpoint

wiped his eyes again,

send someone to

to bear the sight any longer, Maja left

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