Haley studied her feet. Perhaps spying hadn’t been her best idea. “[color=f6989d]You were talking about me. Sorry…[/color]” She muttered, not looking up at the leader. “[color=f6989d]I was just curious as to why you were talking about me…[/color]” It was a weak excuse, but it was true. [i]Why would they be talking about me if they didn’t want me to hear? Well, that’s probably part of the reason they were holed up in Zoe’s room-[/i]