And then it hit her.
Livia's eyes lit up, the corners of her lips curling into a slow, mischievous grin—the kind that usually meant trouble for everyone involved. Ryan noticed it instantly.
"Oh no," he said warily. "Whatever that face means, stop."
She turned to him. "Do you know the passcode?"
He blinked. Once. Twice. "No. No, no, no. Absolutely not, Livia. I am not doing this."
Her grin widened. "Oh. That means you do know it."
He took a step back. "That is not what that means."
"Open it," she said casually, like she was asking him to pass the salt.
"No," he snapped, lowering his voice. "It's wrong. It's illegal. It's unethical. They'll get us arrested."
She tilted her head, thinking for half a second. "If you don't open it," she said sweetly, "I'll get you arrested."
He stared at her. "What?"
"By Cassian," she added.
His jaw tightened immediately. "Mr. Draymond has nothing to do with this. Keep him out of it. Do you get that?"
