Mesk Lexus

Snow Metal's marriage needs more than a kitchen sink thrust at it to save it. Especially since a shuttle accident at Lunar corroded half her husband's face. A few goth-hours sorting galaxy signals at The Enclave curbs their tussles over money. But one detour on Shuttle Maxima, and a mesmeric man with orange hair and cobalt eyes cold as stone tips the scales. Mesk Lexus is a prize. A visual magnet. But he is also Cannibaloss, and Snow knows nothing about him. His pebbly laughter does not fool, nor does his death grin. Is love enough?