Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel 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.

“Nothing on my end either.”

We both felt the same—absolutely nothing. Alec sighed, “I told you, we should've just used it as an aroma oil.”

But soon enough, we started feeling sleepy. Just before I dozed off, I muttered, “Great, no one mentioned this was a sleeping potion.”

And with that, I was out like a light.

“That’s Reece, Mom’s old friend!” I exclaimed, pointing at the billboard. I was taken aback by how big he was, having such a massive ad. “No wonder he was one of Mom’s best friends.”

“Are you nuts? He’s already gone, so how are we…,” Alec’s voice faded as he realized we were in Devonport twenty years ago. Back then, neither of us was even born.

This Devonport was foreign to us. The Devonport we knew, twenty years ahead, was our home. But here, none of it felt like ours.

“Alec, do you think I could meet Mom? She was supposedly a stunner back then!”

I tugged on Alec’s arm, excitement bubbling over. Alec seemed to feel my excitement too, caught up in the moment.