Chapter 151. Nesting Optimism

Valen’s POV

“Guys, why did you block the mind-link?” I slid open the rustic barn door to the twins’ rec room inside their cabin.

An orchestra of boisterous chatter and laughter pervaded the air. I grimaced with disapproval when I saw the dickheads lounging in front of me in their black aircraft carrier chairs with big-ass, ridiculous-sized red headsets on.

They were yelling and shit at the screen of the platinum televisions with game controls in their active hands. Crashing, explosions, and shooting gun noises reverberate over the surround sound system, rattling the single-hung windows.

Wentz, who was at the edge of his seat, leaning forward and pressing hard buttons on his remote, suddenly jumped in the air with a triumphant “Ahoo!" With a wide grin, he stared at the screen, finger-slapping at his victory in blasting up the high tower while the others continued operating with deft fingers in their chairs.

“Attention!” I boomed over the