"A slayer? No. I'm just...a lucky girl, I guess," Jaz said, shrugging and smoothing a hand through her hair. "I could be in a room with about fifteen vamps and they could be throwing their powers at me full force? And nothing. It's handy when someone's trying to burn you from the inside out and the next guy is trying to turn you to stone..." she mused. "I also let my partner, he's a vampire, drink from me once when his blood supply was tainted. Other than dizziness? There were no weird side effects," she told her. She'd never told anyone that before. Damn truth serum was getting annoying, fast.
"Yeah, I totally didn't mean to tell you that, but whatever," she shrugged. "So, what do you mean by slayer?" she asked.