Dr. Havel cut him off, his voice low and urgent. He knew what Sean was going to ask for, and he didn’t want him to worry or act with unnecessary urgency."She's up, Sean. She's been awake for almost an hour. Stable. But you need to hurry."A wave of pure, potent relief washed over Sean, so powerful it almost buckled his knees.He ignored the aching exhaustion and the lingering adrenaline.'She’s awake.''She’s awake.'The edge of his lips curled into a side smile.He started toward the door, but Dr. Havel placed a restraining hand on his arm."Wait. Sean, you've been... outside," Havel said delicately, his eyes flicking over the dark trench coat. Even beneath the coat, he could detect the faint, coppery scent of the city and the residue of conflict that clung to him."You need to shower first. She asked for you, but she’s going to scold you and worry if you look like you've been running through a war zone."Sean paused, instantly acknowledging the necessity. He couldn’t smell blood o