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Lord Lucifer (Lords of the Masquerade #1)
Author: Jade Lee


Chapter One



Seventeen years ago…

The ivy was slick, and it pulled too easily away from the crumbling house, but Lucas Crosse, future earl of Wolvesmead, was determined to scale the wall to reach his damsel in distress. In his mind, he was climbing a tower to rescue his princess. It wasn’t far from the truth, and Lucas managed to reach Lady Diana’s window without falling to his doom. But once there, he was dismayed to discover that his princess wasn’t alone. She was trapped by the evil witch of her mother and her two sisters as they brushed her hair, soothed her nerves, and generally promised her that all would be well.

That was his job, he thought, and he was impatient to get to it. Especially before he lost his grip and fell eighteen feet onto the shrubbery below. He was busy imagining the results of getting impaled by those hard branches when Diana reached her limit. With a harsh voice, she sent everyone away, including her mother. They scurried out like the betraying rats they were, and finally, Diana was alone.

Lucas tapped the window to get Diana’s attention, but she had dropped her head into her hands and wouldn’t look up.

He tapped again, forcefully enough to make it a knock. That did the trick. His lady love lifted her head to glare out at the drizzly night. Thank God because he was getting chilled. She even stood to approach the window. Excellent! He leaned his face in close so that she would see him. He made sure to smile though it probably looked more like a grimace given the situation. Then she saw him.

She recoiled in horror. Her face went pale, she stumbled backward, and her hands went to her mouth as she squeaked in alarm.

Not the reaction he expected, but what could he do to change it? He tried to slick the wet from his face. “Diana, it’s me! Lucas!”

Her brows narrowed, and she peered forward. Then with gratifying speed, she hauled open the window. “What are you doing?” she gasped. “You’re wet!”

“I know,” he huffed. “Step back so I can climb in.”

Stepping back wasn’t going to be helpful. The windows throughout London were too small for this type of maneuver. Especially when he was larger than the average burglar. But he managed to wriggle himself inside though he fell on his face in an ungainly heap.

“What are you doing here?” Diana asked as she passed him a towel.

Practical. That was one of the things he loved about her. “Thanks,” he said as he wiped off his face.

“Why aren’t you in school?”

He straightened up. “Why are you marrying someone three times your age?”

She sighed and slumped over to sit on her bed. “You wouldn’t understand.”

She was a delicate woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body just starting to ripen. He thought of her as a pixie or a sprite—some tiny, magical creature who had bewitched him while he wasn’t watching. He’d only met her a few months past when he’d summered with his friend next to her home. They’d shared tea and gone riding. They’d taken walks by the stream and discussed canals. And he’d left in August expecting to dance with her in the coming season, to flirt with her during musical evenings, and maybe steal a kiss or three. He’d made plans for just that happenstance and spent many hours daydreaming exactly where and how he would kiss her.

Until her father died six weeks ago and suddenly, in the depths of a cold November, he’d learned she was to be wed on the morrow. It made no sense, and he wanted to tell her that. But looking at her now, he saw that she already knew the illogic of it all. She looked as miserable as he felt, and his soul fired up with the desire to be her knight in shining armor.

He dropped to his knees before her and clasped her hands. “You mustn’t do this. How can I help you escape?”

She shook her head. “There is no escape. With Papa gone, Mama needs a man to manage things.”

“So, let her marry—”

“He doesn’t want her. He wants me.”

The level of misery in her voice destroyed him. “Don’t do it,” he whispered. “They’re horrible people. His children are awful. And they’re older than you!”

“I know!” she said, her eyes welling up with misery. “They’ve already said terrible things to me.”

He looked into her blue eyes and felt his heart swell. “Marry me. Tonight. We’ll run to Scotland together.”

He watched her mouth part in surprise and saw hope spark in her eyes. But even as he waited with a held breath, he watched her expression tighten. “How will we get there?”


“To Scotland? How will we get there?”

He shrugged. “I have a horse—”

“I don’t.”

“We’ll hire one for you.”

“How? It’s the middle of the night.”

He frowned. “We’ll borrow one. I have friends.”

“And do you have money for lodging? It’s November. We can’t just sleep out in the fields.”

He tightened his grip on her hands. She was ruining the moment with her questions. Didn’t she see that? It was like being examined by an Oxford don. “We’ll figure it out along the way.”

“And what about my family? How will they survive if I disappear?”

“Your mother will have to find her own solution. That’s what mothers are supposed to do. They shouldn’t sacrifice their daughters to—”

“If there isn’t an influx of money, then my brother will have to leave school. Elliott is just a boy. And who will take care of my sisters?”

“Your mother—”

“Picked this solution.” Diana shook her head. “I can’t abandon them.”

Loyal. He couldn’t fault her for that, and frankly, he was ashamed of himself for not thinking of that sooner. “I have some money,” he began.

“Enough to keep Elliott in school?”

He winced. It wasn’t enough to keep the two of them in food beyond a month. “My parents will help us.”

Diana stared at him, her eyes sheening with tears as she clutched his fingers. “And my family? Will they help them as well?”

Doubtful. His parents hated anything they labeled “untoward.” Marrying Diana before he turned twenty would definitely qualify. It would be hard enough to get them to accept the marriage. They certainly wouldn’t aid her family, especially since it included her by-blow half-sister. Lilah changed Diana’s family from “untoward” to “regrettable,” and his mother would never touch anything that was so unseemly.

“How much money?” he asked.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“How much money do you think it would take to free you from this marriage, to support your family, and keep Elliott in school?”

“I don’t know. Five thousand pounds per year? Something like that.”

He shuddered. Even at half that amount, he couldn’t do it. He hadn’t inherited yet, and his allowance from his father was barely a thousand per annum. He wanted to promise that he could manage her family’s estate, but he knew nothing of farming. In fact, he’d gone out of his way to not learn about sheep, crops, and whatnot. It just wasn’t in his nature.

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