Cassandra is Erik’s ex, maybe. Or former soul contract. Or toxic situationship that never officially ended but always accidentally reignites in space stations and crystal bars. She’s the kind of woman who leaves hexed lip gloss in your ship as a calling card. The kind who texts “U up?” during solar storms.

She’s been orbiting Erik since before Ra was even briefed for Earth duty. And now? She’s BACK. With lashes sharp enough to slice egos and a dress coded in dark matter.

She claims she just wants to “talk.”

Sweetie. So did Anu before the Flood.

What Does She Want?

Erik’s attention. Ra’s position. Your man, your mission, and your manifestation board.

Cassandra has one goal: to break Ra and Erik up by any means necessary. Emotional manipulation? Check. Psychic seduction? Check. Showing up uninvited to galactic council meetings in red latex with tea to spill and legs to cross? Double check.

She knows Erik’s weaknesses: guilt, loyalty, and whatever happens when someone touches the back of his neck. She exploits them like a professional.