Natasha could see and feel it all; the moment his Grace was taken from his body, his time at the auction house, being sold to Mitchell, the love between the vampire and the angel-turned-human, then finally the terror and shame that Carrick had inflicted onto him. After seeing what she needed, her Grace had left his body and returned to her own.
Gasping for air, the angel gripped Clint as she tried to sort out everything she felt. She swallowed hard as tears pricked her eyes. Everything he had went through was awful. She was wrong to ever doubt his love and she could see why he felt so strongly for the vampire. She could also see the vampire felt the same in return.
And it was all tarnished by some bastard named Carrick.
Just thinking of him made her dig her nails into Clint's arms. She wasn't mad at Samandriel. She was mad at the man that tried to break him. Looking at Samandriel, she murmured sympathetically, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, my brother." She tried to compose herself, but she could still feel traces of the fear he felt and the shame he carried. Her voice became low and threatening as she asked what needed to be asked.