#Chapter 245: One Link

Hannah The pain in my battered body was immense. Drake and Viona helped me onto a seat in the back room of the church, away from prying eyes, having to support my weight the entire time. The wedding had turned into chaos as guards went running after Zoe. Scott, too, had disappeared along with her, slipping out a back door. “Catch him!” Noah cried out. “I want that bastard in handcuffs!” My legs felt like jelly, weak and unsteady from the adrenaline crash and the pain radiating from my side. Each breath sent a sharp stab through my chest—I was certain I had at least one broken rib. “Easy does it,” Drake murmured as they lowered me onto the plush chair. “Just take it slow, Hannah.” I winced as I settled into the seat, trying to find a position that didn’t send waves of agony through my body. “Thank you,” I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse. Before anyone could say anything else, the door burst open. Noah rushed in, his tuxedo disheveled and hi