Selene pov

Sylvester crossed the room and set down a small paper bag on the table. He pulled out a wrapped pastry and a bottle of water, placing them gently beside me.

“It’s not much, but it’s warm,” he said. “Try to eat something. I don’t want you passing out halfway to the park house.”

I looked at the food, then back at him. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Who told you I’m being nice?” he asked, giving me that same crooked smile that made it hard to tell ...