The Invisible Ring

your legs, you wouldn’t be wasting a male like him.” Thera jabbed a finger in Jared’s direction. “You would have ridden him for all he was worth long before now.”
    Lia hissed. “How would you know what a normal woman feels? You’d sheath anything that was willing to get between your thighs!”
    Letting out an outraged howl, Thera threw herself on Lia.
    Jared watched them go down in a tangle of limbs just as he got to his feet. He watched them roll on the ground, hitting, shrieking, scratching, tearing at each other’s clothes and hair.
    Shock locked him in place.
    Witches didn’t fight. At least, not physically. Never physically. Witches fought with words, fought with Craft. But not physically.
    Because something happened to witches when they crossed that line.
    Blood males were fiercely aggressive and might engage in quarrels that ended in blows, but they never completely lost themselves in that kind of fight. Witches did. They became feral, cold-blooded, deadly. They became something even strong males feared because their savagery surpassed anything a male was capable of, and they had no mercy.
    Thera and Lia rolled toward him. The shock cracked, shattered. A leg kicked out and hit him hard, knocking his feet out from under him.
    He fell on top of them. His fear turned into white-hot anger.
    He was only going to separate them, he assured himself as he tried to ram an arm between them. He wasn’t going to attack them, wasn’t going to hurt either one of them— especially because he wasn’t quite sure which body parts went with which woman.
    One of them threw a punch that skimmed the side of his head.
    Snarling, Jared tried to plant his palm on the bottom witch’s chin and give her head a good thump—and then yelled when two sets of teeth clamped down on his hand.
    Hearing another male’s angry roar, Jared rolled, dragging Thera and Lia with him. He realized his mistake a moment later when he opened his mouth to try to draw a breath and inhaled a mouthful of long hair.
    Another roar. A shriek as the weight on top of him suddenly lightened. Blaed yelling, “No, Garth! NO! That’s Lia! THAT’S LIA!”
    One shove got Thera off him. Jared scrambled to his feet.
    Garth held Lia over his head. Blaed stood in front of Garth, but not close enough to help if the big man flung Lia to the ground. Brock and Randolf were a careful distance up the road, breathing hard as if they’d come running to help but now were no longer sure of what to do.
    “Put her down, Garth,” Jared said firmly.
    Garth turned to face him. “P-p-protect!”
    “You did protect Lia. You got her out of the fight.”
    The angry flush that colored Garth’s face slowly changed to bewilderment.
    Jared noticed the fresh blood darkening Garth’s left sleeve.
    Probably something had cut him during the explosion— a sharp stone or even a small branch with enough force behind it to act like an arrow.
    “You did well, Garth,” Jared said, walking toward the big man and hoping he looked far more sure of himself than he felt. “Stopping the fight was good. Prince Blaed and I will handle the rest.”
    He held out his arms.
    Garth hesitated, finally gave a grunt that could have meant anything, then carefully lowered Lia into Jared’s waiting arms. After giving Lia’s shoulder a thumping pat, he started walking up the road toward the wagon.
    “Put me down,” Lia said, squirming.
    Jared tightened his hold on her and bared his teeth. “When the sun shines in Hell.” Hearing a vicious curse, he looked over his shoulder in time to see Blaed haul Thera to her feet. Apparently Blaed’s temper was as sharp and hot as his own, and that pleased him.
    Lia squirmed again, then yipped when his fingers clamped down harder. “I can—”
    “Shut up.” Jared’s temper soared a little higher when he saw Thayne jogging toward them with the saddle horses. With Thayne there, that meant there wasn’t an adult looking after the wagon or the children.
    *It’s all right,* Blaed said on an Opal spear thread. *Eryk and Tomas are holding the team, and Thayne put a shield around everything. He’ll know if anything touches it before we get there.*
    *Get her to the wagon, Blaed.* He couldn’t even say Thera’s name. She’d saved him, but she also had attacked Lia, and he couldn’t untangle the feelings.
    Blaed had Thera up on the roan mare and was galloping toward the wagon between one curse and the next.
    Jared found his way to the gelding blocked by Brock and Randolf. Randolf was sweating and