Lacy's POV
"That was my idea."
Brent raises a brow at me, "I would need more than that to understand the situation, Missy."
I groan, "I was looking for you, okay? I thought I'd check the training grounds since that's your usual place, but you weren't there. Vincent was."
He nods and frowns.
"He saw me, asked me why I was there, and then I noticed how poor your fighters are compared to the rouges we met. No offense."
"None taken." He smiles at me.
"All I did was give a little pointer here and there, and Vincent to my ideas. They trained for a week, and I suggested we test the fighters with rouges."
"I would have ruffled your head if you didn't have a big ass bandage on it. You're really smart." Brent raises his hand for a fist bump, and just as we bump fists, Vincent walks in.
