Mika sat stiffly on the living room sofa, shoulders tense, legs drawn in a little too close like he was ready to spring up at any second, but didn't dare to.
He could feel Charlotte's eyes on him as she moved over to the TV and switched it on, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted Yelena in the kitchen, pretending to be busy checking the spice rack and ingredients, though she kept stealing glances at him every other second.
They were watching him.
Like he'd bolt at the first opportunity.
And honestly, given the atmosphere, even he felt like running, as the house had been modified, subtly, but unmistakably. Security settings had shifted the moment he entered, and he could feel it.
