Chapter 223: It could have been prevented

Deno wasn't British but he spoke in that accent, so did Ashton, yet this man didn't look the part, stoic and strong shouldered, his blue green eyes were handsome even to him as a man, Deno would hand him down as a true blue American.

The confidence he had told Deno that somewhere some how this man had his finger in the inner circle of vampires and werewolves, no one was any wiser.

How he knew about that meeting in Los Angeles was beyond him, Hellsing chose that specific room to keep his own tracks wiped, yet here Ashton knew both he and Brentford attended that meeting.

So looks placed him in America, Deno took a few whiffs into the air to scent him, a chocolaty pinch with a strong coffee overflow, who even wears coffee scented cologne?

His blood rich as blood should be, but that's it, somehow Deno realized he couldn't quite get his blood group pinned beyond his coffee reek.