Gotta Have Fate (Winslow Brothers)

He just shrugs it off in a way only Jude can pull off without seeming like a total dick and takes a seat in the limo beside Winnie.

I’m the last one inside, and the mood in the limo is unbelievably heavy. It’s only when I settle into the seat beside Remy and we pull away from the sidewalk, destination anywhere but fucking here, that I consider the scant viability of Jude’s remarks.

Cleo wasn’t wrong. Remington, you will experience great heartbreak, she’d said. And if this isn’t the greatest fucking heartbreak I’ve ever witnessed, I don’t know what is.

But if it’s true…if this has anything to do with the prophecies she made…

I can’t even begin to imagine what’s in store for the rest of us.