“You’re like . . .” I look back to the still-reddened teen who’s staring at Jasper’s back despite helping another person. “A teenage-girl slayer.” “Oh god.” He cringes. “Please never say that again. I’m pretty sure if an officer was nearby and heard you say that, I’d already be in cuffs. I don’t want to be a teenage-girl slayer of any kind.”
