My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 86

Sera

“Do it.”

Irina raised the mask. She pressed the inside of the hardened clay directly against Bram's face.

She slammed her palms against the outside of the mask, locking it into place. She started the chant again.

Bram’s entire body went rigid. His massive hands clamped down onto his own kneecaps, his knuckles turning stark white. A low, guttural groan tore out of his chest.

Then came the sound.

It was horrific. It sounded like heavy boots crushing dry tree branches. It was the sound of Bram's actual facial bones cracking, shifting, and breaking under the surface of his skin. The magic forced his cartilage to snap and reform. It dragged his flesh across his skull to fill the exact dimensions of the clay mold.

Bram's boots scraped violently against the stone floor. He shoved himself back into the chair, fighting the pure, unadulterated agony of his skull restructuring itself. Blood began to drip from his nostrils, sliding down his chin and pooling under the edge of the mask.

The bone-cracking stopped. The room fell silent again, save for Bram’s heavy, ragged panting.

Irina dropped her hands. She picked up the wet linen cloth again. She pressed it against the edge of the mask and wiped the dissolving clay away. She pulled the mask off in chunks, letting the grey sludge fall to the floor.

Bram opened his eyes.

Yvara let out a sharp breath. The guard by the door took a synchronized step backward.

It was Kael.

The jagged scar that used to cut through Bram’s beard was completely gone. His jaw was heavier. His nose was slightly crooked. The deep, bitter wrinkles framed his mouth perfectly. It was a flawless, terrifying replication.

Bram reached up with a shaking hand. He touched his own cheek. He ran his thick fingers over his new nose.

He looked at Fenris.

"It is done, Alpha," Bram said.

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