"No friggin' way," Lyra leaned closer to the screen, but distance didn't change a thing, and a shiver of something like fear ran down her spine.
It wasn't exactly an unpleasant kind of fear, more like a thrill from a horror movie, when something unexplainable but significant was hinted at.
She'd felt this thrill before, but Lyra's mind danced past it, lightfooted, Archer-not-Archer's face holding her to the present, if not quite holding her to reality. "Rosario," she whispered, seriously. "I think your bio-dad's a vampire."