“Easy,” she murmured. “It’s okay.” The dog’s ears twitched again. He let out a low sound—barely audible, more vibration than growl—and Lucy felt her stomach dip. She stood slowly, heart beating faster now, and guided Rex forward once more.
He resisted for half a second longer than before, then followed, though his eyes continued to dart, scanning the space like he was tracking movement no one else could see. The music softened, shifting to signal the bride’s imminent entrance.