“You brought your house with you to Seattle?” “I wasn’t going to leave it behind,” he said as he hurried up the steps of his new front porch. “Do you know how long it took me to build this place?” “You built this?” Bex asked, more amazed than surprised now. “We build everything we use,” Boston told her smugly as he trotted past. “It is called witchcraft, after all.”
Craft in witchcraft was italicized.
