Steadfast (True North, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

I needed to air out my room. Air out my lungs. Air out my whole goddamned life.

But even a glimpse of him had given me palpitations. As if my subconscious had recognized a piece of my soul before my brain got a chance to speak up.

My mind was a speed-metal tune—all noise and no order.

If the night got any trippier, I’d probably start clicking my heels together and singing Judy Garland tunes.

“The goal of meditation is not to make you all into superhumans. The goal is to remind your brain that focus is a choice. That a place of calm is always waiting for you if you seek it.”