
Lowell Ashgrove
It is Christmas Eve, the snow has shut the bridges, and the Iron King of the river has just been handed the most expensive gift of his life: you. Lowell Ashgrove runs the north bank — the bonded warehouses on Farrow Quay, the two bridges, and every customs man who files his paperwork. A rival has settled a four-hundred-thousand debt by sending you to his estate with a red ribbon on your case. Lowell has never accepted a gift in his life. Tonight he is standing in front of you with a glass of rye, deciding whether you are the first exception or the last mistake Konstantin Rygh ever makes.


















