Gara glared fiercely at Lita. He controlled his water to enter her mouth, and she subconsciously swallowed it.
"Sleep tight," he murmured coldly.
In less than a minute, Lita dropped to the ground, much faster than Dilan earlier. That was because Gara knew his anesthetic powder worked well.
He turned and walked toward the shed.
"Gara, what are you doing?" Wina called, worry creeping into her voice. She didn't want her son doing anything wicked for her sake.
"I'm just giving them the consequences of their own actions."
He stepped inside the shed again. With his water, he lifted Lita's unconscious body and dropped it on top of Dilan. Then he undressed her upper clothes.
To prevent any sudden awakening, he forced Dilan to swallow another dose of the sleep powder, enough to knock him out until morning.
"Let's go, Mom." Gara took her hand gently.
"Is it really okay to leave them like that?" Wina asked, her voice heavy with concern.
