Ravensblood Forest The white owl in the belfry sits.

On the contrary, Raleska thought it was an impressive life, not a meager one. She missed the days (had she ever even had them, under the harsh thumb of her mother?) where she could roam freely. These days, no matter how much she ran, she never could outrun her demons.

She didn't mind they were talking about something else now. Let the past be buried, never dug up again. The present was what mattered -- life was what mattered. And you were not living life if you were always looking behind you. "Have you taught many? I can't be the first one you've saved."