“Don't I at least get a thank you?” A deep voice asked from behind her left ear. “It is the least a rescuer should receive for saving a lady's pretty neck.”
“I am not a lady.” Brice pushed again against the stranger's arms. This time they released her, reluctantly. Quickly scrambling for her feet, she stepped away from the man only to find him already on his own feet and watching her warily. Inwardly grimacing, Brice noticed the small gate behind the strange man's right shoulder.
“It is safer in here.”