"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE KHAN!" Freya shouted at his face angrily. She couldn't stand to look at his face anymore. Not for the moment.
Khan had no other choice than to quietly leave her alone to cool her mind and went back to the council room.
When he was out, Freya plopped down on a couch with a huff and held her head in her hands. Tugging at her hair, she tried to alleviate her frustration with the sharp pain in her hair and it didn't work hard enough. She was sure that her intuition was right. What hurt her the most was not the fact that no one believed her, it was Khan's refusal to support her that hurt her the most. How could he doubt her, after everything? Even though he did not believe that Vittoria was alive, at least he could try to show her support.
