I reached behind the Warlock, my daggers held in hand.I sprang forward.My dagger stabbed at his back. The tip of my knife penetrated his robe and then...struck his skin. But a spell protected him. Darkness flashed and I was thrown back, rolling on the ground while my dagger spun across the floor.The Warlock turned. “Shall I swat you, little gnat, before squishing your spouses?”“Aoifa!” Fiona shouted as dark energy gathered around the Warlocks free hand.I rolled to my feet and sprang right. Fiona. I swear I had passed out dressed, but it seemed Devnik enjoyed playing dress up doll, and had removed my clothes.He smiled, "I thought you might be interested in a spot of breakfast."At that time, my stomach growled. I could feel myself turning red. It seemed I needed to eat more than once a week after all. I was famished.Jon's smile turned into a grin. "I thought so."He set the tray down in front of me. "You'll have to excuse me if my cooking is not as good as whatever Devnik has been feeding. Pussy held out her hand."The gun you took." The gun," said Bond, patting himself down. "The gun, of course."He lifted it from his jacket pocket and handed it over, stock first."We must have a few fast falls together some time."As he was led away Bond saw Goldfinger's henchman Kisch closing heavysteel doors behind them for some reason.He was taken out past the front of the ranch house to where Goldfingerwas seeing Solo off, gold bars being loaded into the trunk his car."Mr Bond," he said. "I. Ron shook his head at the thought. He was tooclose to letting his wife in on the truth to back down now.Ron took a deep breath to collect himself before he continued down thestaircase and turned towards the living room. Sensing a presence,Taylor's eyes darted from the television to her husband.Ron stood in silence, waiting for her judgment. He expected laughter.He expected shock. Maybe even the disgust he had long feared.Instead, she was only silent. She gave him an emotionless look.