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Elsa kept her back to the thick metal bars of their cage, as far away from the other occupant as she could manage. “Why did you have to touch the stone, bloody idiot,” she muttered to herself, eyes trained on Jack’s unconscious form. He looked like a man now, belly-up and vulnerable in sleep, but it wouldn't be long until the magic of the Bloodstone ripped out the monster lurking beneath his skin. If Elsa knew her stepmother and the old matriarch’s love for tradition, they would time her execution to the dot. Three in the morning–the witching hour.
Or: What if they had just a little more time?
