Bab 357: Ava: Confronting Her

Once we're relatively alone, I turn to face her. Up close, I'm reminded of how tall she is, towering over me by at least half a foot. She always seems smaller, with her more lithe and graceful figure.

I've burned a lot of fat lately, but I'll always be a little more round than she is, even at my fittest.

"Ivy," I begin, keeping my voice as firm as possible. "We have a small problem."

"Oh?" Her brow arches, and she tilts her head just a little.

Somehow I already feel on the defensive, even though I'm the one instigating the conversation.

"You pushed the kitchens into using too much of our stock during the last three days. I understand your reasoning, but it isn't your place to meddle. Elverly knows what she's doing, and now we are low on supplies. Everyone would have stayed warm and healthy, even without the additional protein."