Draven's POV
"Ella, are you home?" I asked as soon as that unbearable woman answered the phone. "I want to take you out."
I nearly went deaf from the shriek that erupted from Ella Howard. Of course, she was ecstatic about going out with me. With this opportunity presenting itself, I put my plan into motion. I was already at her door, intending to take her for a "walk" without specifying where—straight to the hospital. If she refused, I'd have my lawyer apply pressure, but she wouldn't leave that hospital without completing those tests. The timing was perfect; Ryan had confirmed that Howard was at the pack's social club, clearing my path to proceed without interference.
Before long, that insufferable woman emerged from her house practically skipping, wearing a white dress and pink boots.
