I cautiously relaxed my grip on her wrists, releasing her hands. She took a step forward and spun, her fist shooting out too fast for me to deflect. I heard the crack both inside my head and echoing in the room as blistering pain shot through my nose and across my face. I reached up, cupping it with a single hand. “What was that for?” I asked, squinting at her blurry image. “For being a dick these last two weeks.” She shrugged. “I feel better now.”
