“What did she mean by that?” Brett demanded, staring into Clarissa’s eyes in amazement.
“At a guess,” Clarissa replied dryly, amused by his sudden bewilderment, “she’s saying you’re the fourth, the representative of earth to complete our side of the spread. You identified Aiden as water, which isn’t difficult, but to say I’m fire and Lia is air took an unnatural amount of insight. Why wouldn’t you be the fourth? I mean, think about it, Brett. Why are we here at all? Why did you approach Lia? Why did you offer your home —not to mention your knowledge of the arcane —to a group of strangers with unknown intentions? For that matter, why did you study anthropology at all? Why not literature or philosophy? I think it’s pretty obvious that the otherworldly calls to you.”
He nodded slowly. “I ca
