As he did, Anaar’s eyes strayed downward, toward Davian’s pocket. Davian stiffened. The other man knew. A flash of anxiety ran through him, followed by…something else. A surge, rippling through his body and coalescing in his palm before draining away—straight into Anaar. Davian pulled his hand back sharply, fingertips tingling. Anaar gave him a confused look, then shook his head as if to clear it.