Chapter 28

“You really are restless today, aren’t you?” Tom said, setting up the gear on the nightstand where it would be easy to reach. He ruffled the hair at the nape of Gabe’s neck, and stroked two fingers down along Gabe’s spine. “Let’s get you something to focus on, hm?”

Tom selected the largest cup and used an alcohol flame to burn out its air, then carefully set it against Gabe’s skin, just over his right shoulder blade. The vacuum in the cup drew up Gabe’s skin, turning it pink and then purple with the pressure.

Gabe hissed, then squirmed a little, and finally sank into the bed, eyes drifting closed like he was at a day spa, getting a hot-rock massage, with little pained sighs from time to time. “Feels good,” he murmured. “Almost.”