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Stiles had just finished making popcorn when Scott ran into Derek’s house, skidding on the tile and nearly toppling over. If he hadn’t looked so frantic, maybe it would have been funnier.
“New lead?” Stiles asked, because that was the only thing that would work him into such a frenzy. They had spent weeks chasing dead ends.
Scott fished out his phone, showing his an image sent to him from one Isaac Lahey.
It was a silver Chinese ring dagger, and Stiles felt a sense of elation bubble up inside him.
“Are you sure about this?” Stiles asked.
“I confirmed with Chris. That is the Argent seal.”
Stiles smiled. “Boys” he said, getting Derek and Eli to look at him from where they had been waiting for him on the couch, “We’re going to France.”