Rey stared at the bodies with wide eyes. His jaw tightened. Confusion filled his face, and irritation followed right after.
Jett, standing beside him, didn't react at all. His calm expression stayed the same. No shock. No emotion as he watched the scene Asher had created.
That annoyed Rey even more.
"Why?" Rey asked, his voice sharp. "We already knocked them out. You didn't need to kill them. You made that clear the first time."
Asher stayed silent. He wiped the blood off his cheek with a steady hand and looked at the corpses with no trace of emotion.
Rey stepped forward. "Was that really necessary? Say something."
"They don't deserve to live." Asher flicked his finger. The daggers ripped out of the corpses and snapped back into his grip, pulled by thin threads almost invisible to the naked eye.
Rey turned on Jett. "Why aren't you saying anything? You saw what he did."
