“Or maybe you’d rather I put my incredible Empath talents to work and help you solve the complicated square you’re always telling yourself is a triangle?” She shook her head, refusing to admit she knew what he meant. “I already know what I want.” One of Keefe’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that so?” “Yep. Give me the Imparter.” Keefe’s smile faded.
Hah, he thought she was talking about the triangle. Tough luck turd. :-P
