The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 831

Milo frowned, a deep sense of revulsion churning in his stomach.

As if he had just touched something vile, he violently shoved Clive Sloan away.

"Fuck! You're making me sick!" Milo snapped, wiping his hand on his pants. "Smearing your bloody hands all over me? Haven't you had enough of a beating for one day?"

The force of the shove sent Clive stumbling backward. His lower back slammed hard against the sharp edge of a concrete planter. A pained grunt escaped his lips as he collapsed to the ground.

He gasped for air, his chest burning with agony, and weakly raised a hand to wipe the fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Clive wanted to say something, but his eyes were suddenly drawn to the spot on Milo's arm where he had just grabbed him. Against Milo's tanned skin, a stark, bloody handprint stood out like a gruesome brand.

Seeing that mark, something snapped inside Clive. In an instant, the agonizing pain and burning fury on his face vanished entirely.

It was eerie. The anger drained away, replaced by a twisted, almost manic thrill that flared in his deadened eyes. He bared his teeth in a grotesque, spine-chilling smile, his gaze fixed on Milo's arm like a viper locked onto its prey, as if he were eagerly waiting for something terrible to happen.

Milo felt a cold shiver race down his spine at the sight of that unnatural, psychotic grin. He glanced down at the bloody handprint on his arm and recoiled. This guy had completely lost his mind.

Any desire to keep arguing evaporated. Milo just wanted to get as far away from this lunatic as possible. He rubbed at the bloody smear in disgust while backing away.

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