his face changed , it got that soft , hard , possessive look and his eyes went from warm to hot . he shouted and pushed the levers further forward . a cup of coffee was in his right hand , frozen halfway to his mouth . `` it 's why i do n't have anything around me when i sleep . you stood , you died and you killed-as long as you could . her face was framed by her black hair . now i find that there 's a canker at its center . 