“I don’t know.” Bex adjusted her gloves’ straps. “You think you’re good enough to race with Sterling?” Ezren swallowed, her face heating. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.” “I’ll tell you what.” Bex grabbed a set of sparring pads from a nearby bench and threw them at Ezren. “If you can knock me down, I’ll tell Harland you’re a good match.”
