“Oh, I should let you know, your girlfriend was here a couple weeks ago.”
My mouth falls open with a pop “What are you talking about?”
“Mary Carnegie? Short with auburn eye and beautiful green eyes?” Mitchell goes on, taking notice of my tense position.
My jaw clenches. “That's her. What have you done with her?”
“The same thing I am going to do with you both. The same thing I have done to most of your pathetic little town. Your souls will belong to Him.” I don't bother to ask him who 'him' is. I'm too busy trying to figure out what had happened to my girlfriend's soul.