Here are the six sentences:
Without a single thought beyond getting away, she jumped up, turned, and swinging upward, slapped him. The sound, sharp and satisfying, echoed in the silence of the veranda.
She barely had time to curse her reflexive action before Ruiz, surprised in mid-laugh, his face already showing the imprint of her hand, pulled her close. “Muchacha, who do you think you are?” he asked, his fingers biting into her cheeks.
“Release me,” she said, sounding so formal, so calm, as if she were as brave as she pretended when her fear was a living thing, altering her breathing, making it shallow and short.
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