By the time the cab pulled up alongside me, I had already started to sniffle.
"Get in," Ray said, as he opened the door.
I slid in next to him and cried. It was warm in the cab, but even warmer wrapped up in Ray's arms. I hated him. I needed him. He needed me. The link was stronger this time. I could feel my heartbeat change its rhythm to meet his.
"Don't cry," he said quietly, his chin resting on the top of my head.
"But I hate you," I said. I bathed in the glow of our link.
"Oh, I know."