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.

on my end

told you, we should've just used it as an aroma

started feeling sleepy. Just before I dozed off, I muttered, "Great, no

I was out like

I found myself in Devonport, twenty years ago. The place was

there too.

wondered aloud,

This is so weird." "Who cares?

uncle had a sleeping potion with some magical kick to it. In this dream world, we were seeing Devonport as it was two decades ago. Qur modern clothes got us quite a few curious stares.

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 her friends. Mom said his name was Reece, a famous actor back in the day. But he