Envy, or as she knew him ---Lord Synton--- sits across from her in the carriage. His sharply sculpted face is half hidden in shadow.

"I am nothing like him." He says. Something dangerous flared in his gaze. Did he just read her thoughts? "Of course not. Control your expression. They betray your thoughts as clearly as speech."

He sits back and turns his face away, looking out the carriage window and dousing the rest of his skin in shadow. She realizes it's to hide his own thoughts from her.