“Touch it.”
When Dante saw the book something instantaneous happened inside him, and he began backing away while shaking his head.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know…something…all I know is I c-can’t touch it. Get it away!”
Fate put it back on the bookshelf. “What’s going on with you? What was all that? It’s just a book. Whycan’t you touch it?”
“I swear to you, Fate, I don’t know. All I know is there’s some kind of vibe coming from that book that I can’t explain.”
Fate reached out to his bookshelf and grabbed another book. “Okay, take this one.”
Dante looked down at it, and stared for a moment. When he didn’t get the same vibe coming from it, he reached for it, and began flipping through it. Finally, he looked up at Fate. “Okay, so now what?”
“That one doesn’t seem to bother you.”
“No, it doesn’t.” He looked up at Fate. “What’s going on?”
“It was a test, Dante. Just a simple test.”
“Okay, so did I pass…or what?”