“Rex?” she called. He sprinted toward her. Not attacking. Urgent. He reached her and caught the edge of her dress in his teeth—not hard, but firm enough to pull. Fabric tore. A collective gasp tore through the room with it.
“Hey—!” Emma stumbled, looking down in disbelief as the rip widened. “Rex, stop!” But he didn’t. He tugged again, pulling her backward—toward the gift table. “Get that dog away from her!” Vincent shouted, already moving off the altar.