Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1916

That night, my uncle had a bit too much to drink, and Alec and I managed to snag a mysterious potion from him.

Once we got home, we were both itching to figure out what this intriguing elixir could do. I was all for taking a swig right away, but Alec wasn't so sure about drinking something with unknown origins. He thought it might be some fancy aroma oil, judging by its tantalizing scent.

Neither of us was backing down, so we settled our little debate with a game of rock-paper-scissors. No surprise, I won, so Alec had to go along with my plan.

We each took a sip, polishing off the bottle in no time. The taste was definitely strange, but not awful.

"Feel anything?" I asked.

"Nope, you?" Alec replied.

my end

nothing. Alec sighed, "I told you, we should've

off, I muttered, "Great, no one mentioned

I was out

myself in Devonport, twenty years ago. The place was bustling, but the buildings had a retro

there too.

we dreaming?" I wondered aloud, taking in the

"Why are we dreaming together? This is so weird."

it was two decades ago. Qur modern clothes got us quite a few curious stares. Alec was on

walking down a busy street, an ad featuring a man flashed above us. knew him right away. He was in a photo in my mom's room, among pictures of