Agent Smith hitting Corpse Girl

I smiled and laced my fingers together. “Now, don’t you look at me that way,” I said to her. “Are you a little overtired, maybe?”
And then I hit her across the jaw with both hands.
She staggered back, and almost fell. Then she straightened up and her thin fingers rolled into fists.
I let my own fingers come apart and shook them out. I suck at fighting. I think I may have broken a finger. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
She winced and reached up to touch one of her cheekbones.
“Are you too dizzy to stand up?”
The Corpse Girl swayed and dropped to one knee.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 574
Peter Clines
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