"No," Faelan replied, frowning as he lowered his glass, a thought coming to him suddenly. "Hadn't had a chance."
Weeks ago, the night before he'd learned that Luna's mother had come back from the dead, he'd been convinced that his dreams about Aylward had been coming to life right in his own bedroom. He would have sworn the old man had been there, ghosting a touch to Faelan's cheek in his sleep, but when he'd woken, it had been easy to dismiss as nothing but a half-awake hallucination. After a few days, he'd shaken it, and hadn't thought much of it since. But being reminded that Harry's parents had also began hanging around brought it suddenly back to his memory. Maybe it hadn't been a dream after all...