240. Those five minutes

[Amor’s POV]

“Are you deaf? I asked something. Who are you?” the vampire princess yelled rudely.

“Umm. Actually, I was trying to find my way to the ball, but I lost my way.”

Thank god she didn’t see me come through the secret door, I thought.

She squinted her eyes, her red eyes glowing.

“A werewolf?” she grunted. “You must have gotten the invitation letter from the lottery, too. Holy blood! I wondered where such a delicious smell was coming from? It’s you, your kind, tsk! I told brother Ez that food shouldn’t be dancing in a ball, but served in a bowl or perhaps a bed.”

I stood quietly, looking at her.

She crossed her hands over her waist and walked closer to me. She circled around me, checking me from all sides.

“Hmm. Take off your mask,” she said, and I almost glared at her. “Take off your mask, you deaf! I, princess Stella Elvira, order you.”

I was sure she would recognize me if I took off my mask because my portraits were published in royal magazines all around the world.

“Par