You’d been stranded on this island ever since your ship wrecked—stuck between stress and an unnerving sort of peace. For someone born with a thirst for adventure, this forced calm felt like torture. And it didn’t help that she was here—Eternal Sugar Cookie, that lazy, smug beast who never let you get far.

But tonight would be different. You had a plan, and this time it was going to work. You’d built your own raft—crude, but strong enough to carry you away from this sugary prison. Clutching your handmade paddle, you pushed the raft toward the darkened shore, a grin tugging at your lips. Freedom was finally within reach.

At least, until you heard her voice behind you.

“And where do you think you’re going, my sweet cookie?”