Gasps tore through the church as Rex pinned the man down, jaws locked on his sleeve, growling low and lethal—unwavering, unrelenting. Emma stood frozen, breath ragged. Her wedding lay in pieces around her. Her dog had just saved her life. Lucy was there instantly, knee to the man’s back, twisting his arm behind him.
“Don’t move,” she said calmly. “ You really don’t want him to bite you.” Rex released the sleeve just long enough to grab the knife, trotting straight to Emma and dropping it at her feet. Silence. Someone in the crowd spoke, voice shaking. “We called the police. When we saw the knife.” Vincent backed away. “Emma, listen—” “No,” she said. “You listen.”