Whatever was in that book, there were bound to be consequences for opening it. There always were. And until Eva and the rest of the coven were safely back in this realm, Eric would be up pacing the halls, wishing there was something he could do that would actually make a difference. After that -- they'd handle it, whatever it was. They always did. At least, that's what he was telling himself, because it was better than freaking out.
"Eh. Won't be our first apocalypse." He slid his arm around her waist, keeping her close. "Probably won't be our last either."