Casey and Evelyn spent time checking -and reinforcing- the wards around the house before bed.  When they were finally able to tuck in to bed, it was a godsend.  Casey eased in beside his wife, and found himself relaxing finally.  They were safe for the moment, and the world could wait 'til morning.  So he slipped his arm 'round Evelyn's middle, tucked his face in close to her nape, and closed his eyes.  Sleep had him almost immediately.<br/><br/>But something roused him in the small hours of the morning.  A niggling worry, that drew his eyes open in the grey light of dawn.  The connection had been severed.  The Rachling he'd been tied to either found a way to block the tracker -which was incredibly unlikely with the blood-magic- or was no longer alive to be tracked.<br/><br/>Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he gently leaned over his wife, kissing her cheek briefly.  "Can I use your phone, Evie?"