Heir for Freedom

Valerie’s POV

The guards at the door glanced at me but they didn’t stop me. Without a knock, I opened the door to Maverick’s office.

The air inside shifted. Not because the temperature dropped—but because he was in there. And I was walking in like I belonged. Like I didn’t care that he might hate the sight of me today.

Wyatt was talking when I stepped in. Papers in his hand, probably briefing him