My ruined lungs seized and then seemed to collapse because I couldn’t breathe properly. I stared at him, wondering if I was hallucinating or still asleep, but as I stared I noticed the twinkle of something big and shiny on his face, on my hand on his face. A ring. It was big; one huge round black diamond surrounded in a halo of small green stones on a band of white gold. The Fallen MC colours on my hand. And their President, my guardian angel, my childhood dream man had put it on my finger.
