The old quivering excitement was building in me. The highest form of living, the hunt, the chase. I would face Zan again, move into and through the jaws of danger.
Damn you, Big Brother. What about the quiet life?
**Not yet, Little Brother. Not yet.**
I opened my eyes again and looked up at Tess and Ameera. They were smiling down at me, waiting to hear how I was feeling. Wonderful women, marvelous women. Someday, might I find peace and happiness with one of them? **Not yet. Not yet. After the hunt is over.**
I sighed, fought back a shiver of anticipation (or fear), and forced a smile.
“I’m feeling fine,” I said. “How long before they let me out of here?”