Chapter 18

“Sorry,” Dante said softly, closing the book.

“Look, I’m sorry for shouting at you, Dante, but having your nose in that book all the time kind of cramps my style, you know?”

Dante looked at Fate. “You mean sexually?”

“Of course.”

“So, you can’t make love unless you feel it’s bad, or evil, or…”

“Hell,” Fate muttered.

“I’ve been wondering why you haven’t approached me.”

“Well, you can approach me, you know.”

“Sorry. My mind’s been on other things.”

“I know that this time in your life is crucial, but…” He looked down at the book. “So, what have you learned so far?”

“Well, it’s not so much what I’ve learned, but what I feel when I read it. At first it was hard, because being a creature of Hell, the vibe kind of got in the way. But since I was more curious than anything else, I managed to get past it, and have had the most peculiar experiences.”

“Really? Like what?”