Chapter 39

JACKSON

Imeela snuck a grape from my plate and popped it in her mouth. She looked like a picture of innocence, but I knew better. This girl right here was not as innocent as she had been when we first met. Each passing day brought her further outside of her cocoon so that she could spread her metaphorical wings. And what beautiful wings she had.

Learning her quirks had given me an interesting look inside her mind and what made up Imeela Precoza.

Imeela can either get hyper focused on one thing or be able to juggle six things at once. She never really had an off-switch either. Getting her to take a break when she was focused seemed to be damn near impossible.

She made up rhymes about things that she desperately needed to remember. They were not the simple ones either. Nope. She was someone who could create the most in-depth rhymes. There was potential for her to be a rapper if this whole Queen thing did not pan out.

Her hair had to be up in a bun when she was in ‘work mode’ and tha