This is a poem that is suppose to be written by Eli. The story is that he saw Fitz kiss Clare, but he's remembering that he promised Clare he wouldn't fight anymore, or else he'd loose her. Eli wants to get Even.
Even
I could feel my eyes get black with lust.
Not just your average lust.
I didn't lust for sex.
I lusted for murder.
I wanted to murder someone.
I desired to murder someone.
Not just anyone. Him.
I promised her I wouldn't.
I promised her I'd behave.
I told her I'd forget him.
I can't forget him.
His lips on hers,
just to piss me off.
She was mine.
She IS mine.
I'm trying to control this lust..
this... desire for her sake.
I can't touch him.
That doesn't mean I can't get even.